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© 2018, Ana Garcia 

Departure

Sunny was the afternoon when I first heard The words coming from my mama’s lips: ‘it’s time’ I held in my cry at the airport since it’d be followed by a scold The thought of this being a blessing never really occurred To me, our home was already sublime Or so I thought, having no idea how life would unfold I looked outside as we flew alongside a bird The window seat brought me to tear over a melancholic chime I remember thinking ‘I guess this is part of growing old’ Now I look back and understand why fleeing was preferred Welcome to the city where pies are made of key lime The place where I would find my treasure gold

So, although it still embodies a pain in my chest Mama was right, this was for the best.

- A.G

#cuban american poetry non-traditional sonnet

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© 1995, Ana Garcia

Darling

It has always been you You had me at the first hello An emotion that was so new This is love for all we know Despite all that we’ve been through I could not stand to let you go

I am captivated by your words Watching you grow has been heaven in motion You are a sunlit sky with no clouds or birds Yet when angered, a turbulent ocean God, my family and you- my heart is split in thirds Worthy of all my devotion

- A.G

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© 2020, Ana Garcia 

What fools we are to think The two cheesy words could stick: ‘forever together’

If nothing in our planet is permanent Why did we think a fleeting emotion could keep us forever together?

What do you do when you run out of things to talk about? I’m sure you must run out of topics after spending forever together

I don’t even think whoever came up with the word forever Had someone with who they wanted to spend forever together

For you see, it’s a mind trick and a vast Exaggeration of fondness to promise anyone you’ll stay, forever together

Yet the word ‘forever’ would be jealous if it knew Forever together, is reserved only for me and you.

- A.G 

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© 2019, Ana Garcia

Dear Miami, People come to you from all parts of the world to get a taste of your unique culture.North Americans travel down to the South just for your warmth; to experience you is a vacation. The sunshine state welcomes them with its zesty orange blossoms and traditional key limes, into its very own tropical paradise called Miami. You are known to hold the Hispanic community tightly around your arms as it continues to shape you into the multicultural delight you are known to be.

The city where 3:00 pm signifies cafecito time and colorful roosters can be spotted abundantly all around, proudly representing its Hispanic heritage. This metropolis represents a mystic location where an explosive fusion of diverse cultures takes place. The city where Calle Ocho, Art Deco District, Miccosukee Resort, Bayside, Wynwood Walls and Jungle Island collide. Its unique sights of wildlife and nature, found profusely in the green Everglades and renowned Vizcaya Gardens, are simply breathtaking. And even though the months of July and August feel like we’re living right next door to hell, we wait all year long to have a taste of your unforgettable summers. These are acclaimed, by both citizens and tourists, for its sunlit morning trips to Miami Beach and tranquil evening strolls around Ocean Drive.  

The city where even the American-born residents, also known as ‘los gringos’, can’t help but to love the toasty cheese and guava pastelitos, savory dulce de leche and crunchy plantain chips frequently vended. The city where guayaberas and cigars are sold and valued as relics of the exiled Cuban community who resides in it. You somehow manage to retain the roots of mine, and other’s Hispanic heritages, alive. Nine years ago, my parents and I came to you from the demolished remains of Cuba, only to realize that the culture that is now sadly long lost in our native island is embedded within you. The house we moved into at the time was a block away from a restaurant named ‘Versailles’, known for its iconic Cuban dishes and human rights protests. Additionally, across from it was another restaurant, which had an enormous rooster statue at the entrance, called ‘La Carreta’. I have lived in the same house since then and have proudly witnessed first-handedly freedom of speech at its finest while residing here. You have, over time, become my beloved home away from home.

 To Miami with Love,

- A.G 

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© 2019, Ana Garcia

The reason for his departure wasn’t clear But the aftermath feeling was the same Mind full of unanswered questions and fear Only restless nights before the sun came The ‘why me?’ question drove me to despair A constant battle between hearts and brains The lack of reason made it feel unfair Sometimes, their absence is all that remains

The stinging of this hurt tends to linger When there is no given consolation It can quickly turn sweetness to anger Which blinds you to loving appreciation

Despite these feelings one cannot avoid Remember, you alone will heal this void.

- A.G

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