I am from a mother who always gives
and a father who never quits. I am from grandparents
as rooted in New Mexico as the mountains and valleys.
I am from the state of red and yellow,
having suffered the serious soldiers
of Spain. I am from the tribes of strength and craft,
dignity and pride. I am breathing quietly in the corner of the room.
I am trying to be invisible.
I am speaking softly at the party,
I am repeating myself because no one can hear me.
I am screaming on this page, praying to be heard.