New poem:
La Gringa
From the ruins of Copan to la Isla de Roatan,
La Mosquita and Olancho,
Tegucigalpa y San Pedro,
Choluteca, Cortez, La Ceiba,
La Misa at Juan Baptista,
Los Catrachos, Las Mayas, Los Garifunas,
La Gente, La Cocina,
Carne Asada, Tamales, Tortillas,
Baleadas , Horchata y Salva Vida’s, bien frias.
Artesanias y Lempiras.
Watching the news on Abriedo Breacha,
Maya TV and Sula Vision,
The Mayans, The Arawaks y los Africanos,
Civilizations pre Columbus,
But our raices still remain.
Whether in Tela or Garifuna Beach,
Dancing punta, the hips, their speech.
Beautiful places while only in my dreams,
While experiencing a taste at a dinner table in NYC.
Yet with pride, I wear the flag across my chest,
bold with 5 stars, pressed,
I am the blue and the white, the red is my blood
I may be an American,
But Honduras is not too far. It rest in the heart.
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