Literary Arts Magazine Spring 2016 | Page 62

Poetry An Ode To My Home By Elmer Aguilar Vocabulary Home is a special place, it is a place filled with joy and smiles, Where fear doesn't exist. Home is a special place, It is the port of my life Where all my dreams and yearnings came to me. Home is a blessing, A place where I can dwell Confident and safe, forever. I'm From... By Natnael Tsigab Vocabulary I'm what I'm made to be Not what I'm supposed to be I'm the blood drop of my forebears You can see their history Through my brown eyes. The color of my skin can tell you, The roughness of my hair doesn't lie, That I'm the small piece of bone Of my ancestors, The next history maker, A descendant from the great Abyssinia. When I was a child, there was my color What My Color Means I smiled even as I am smiling right By Divalizeth Murillo Now because my color is always my accomplice. Vocabulary I think it is how a woman feels her femininity 100% Maybe this is why the men are afraid to use it. But they don't know what my color means when a man wears it: “He is a confident man, and he knows what he wants!” 58 In Our Own Words 2016