June 08, 2013

We Are. written in college, many,many moons ago


I am the product of two cultures. 
I like to think of myself as the perfect mix of both
the point of harmony between beliefs.
And yet ...

They've labeled me "Cuban-American".
And like the hyphen in this supposedly single phrase,
I see the separation, feel the distinction. 

I am not truly part of either.
For some I will always be a "minority",
Despite my education and place of birth.

I cannot - nor will I - hide my heritage,
and so I return to "my people".
And yet ...

I find open arms of welcome,
But the blood that we share is too thin;
We are the same, but not one. 

Lost to me is the history of my parents' homeland.
I feel no tie to a forbidden land, 
or to relatives I will never know.
Why should I continually mourn the past? 
My life, my future, is in the present. 
Across the water is a nightmare, a constant bad dream;
And I am not Don Quixote. 

I cannot relate to the time before "El Exilio",
A time which seems almost mythical in its perfection.
For me it is just the melancholy ramblings of the old.
And yet ... 

I sometimes ache with need,
the need to forget my Anglo teachings 
and surroundings.
To be able to join my elders in their fond memories.
To be able to go back in time and space,
Erasing my patronizing smile 
and exchanging it with a sense of knowledge.
The knowledge of who I am and to whom I belong. 

However, no matter how sincere this longing may be,
I cannot - nor will I - discard my nationality.

I will always be a guest in both worlds,
Outwardly welcomed, but secretly hoped that 
I will not overstay my visit.
And yet ... 

I am content with my life;
My destiny is not distasteful.
I am part of a new breed. 

Our speech is sprinkled with both languages,
Switching randomly between both 
until we find the "perfect" word. 
Our food is international cuisine - 
for breakfast we have café con leche with a bagel,
Lunch consists of Diet Pepsi and a media noche,
Macaroni and cheese is inconceivable 
without plátanos maduros. 

Our holidays are plentiful - 
December 24 is Noche Buena, 
December 25 is Christmas, 
and we celebrate Reyes Magos on January 6. 

And though we do not belong to Cubans or Americans,
We belong to each other ...
We are not "ellos";
We are not "them". 

We are.

Sonia Guerra

Bohemian Babushka
Bohemian Babushka

Groovy Spanglish speaking Grandma of 6 who loves life and all its adventures. Motivational while still keeping it real, Babushka shows how all things looked at with gratitude are good, and how to say to la vida- JU SO FONII!!!

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