I am from a city that never sleeps
Buildings as tall and far as your dreams
From frozen winter winds
Crisp inviting autumns
That don’t linger long enough
Fresh plantains and fish on a beach
Views of clear beaches and chairs in the sand
Motorcycles at every turn
And mango trees behind the family house
I am from Dominican Republic
Of scorpions and berries
Hair that smells of honey and is as purple as my aura
Warm beige skin that soaks up the sun
Hands as cold as Antarctic sea
I am from Grace and Peace
Hi Gabriela!
I really like your poem and can relate to it as well. I love how you started off with “from a city that never sleeps”, it really caught my attention from the beginning. I am also from the Dominican Republic and my family in DR as well grows fruits in their backyard. I enjoy how descriptive you were, it helped me envision everything well.
Hey Gabriela,
Very accurate poem. I liked your first two lines the most because it caught the reader’s attention, like making reader interested in your poem.
Hey Gabriela,
Great poem, I like that you’re from Dominican Republic sounds like a nice place & the part about the mango trees in the backyard gave me nostalgia.