Tag: poem

  • Entre Vecinos y Silencio

    Entre Vecinos y Silencio

    Un amor no dicho. Un casi que nunca fue.

    Éramos vecinos,

    pero la distancia siempre vivió entre nosotros.

    Amigos desde que la vida apenas empezaba,

    y aún así, nunca dijimos

    lo que nos quemaba la lengua.

    Miedo.

    Vergüenza.

    O tal vez cobardía.

    Todo eso nos comió las palabras.

    Hoy, el silencio pesa más que tu voz.

    No me hablas,

    y yo muero cada noche

    esperando que tu nombre

    encienda mi pantalla.

    Te pienso en el eco

    de todo lo que no dijimos.

    Te extraño en un idioma

    que nadie traduce.

    Y aunque me jure que lo superé,

    mi dedo sigue temblando

    sobre tu chat vacío.

    No es que te ame…

    es que me duele

    no haberte amado.

    Gracias x leerme 💖🔥

    Génesis

  • I Am From: A Poetic Tribute to My Roots, Resilience, and My Mother’s 50th Birthday

    I Am From: A Poetic Tribute to My Roots, Resilience, and My Mother’s 50th Birthday

    In honor of my mother’s 50th birthday today and the Main Street America staff retreat this past August, I’m sharing a poem I wrote during that time. It’s a reflection of where I come from, the people and places that have shaped me, and the moments that keep me grounded.

    I Am From

    I am from proud Puerto Rican flags and well-worn sneakers,

    From Main Street America reports and Leo Burnett strategy decks,

    Bold, blunt, breezy with a hint of nostalgia.

    I am from the tropical flowers of San Juan, Puerto Rico,

    Bright, resilient, and full of vibrant colors.

    I’m from weekend strolls with my mother, Sandra, and the tenacity to fight for what I believe,

    From Sandra and the memory of Laura.

    I’m from smiling in the face of adversity and high-functioning under pressure,

    From “Rejection equals redirection” and “You can start from zero, but never lose yourself.”

    From the family stories passed down with love and pride,

    I’m from Catholic prayers whispered softly at dawn, crossed with a touch of spiritual curiosity,

    I’m from San Juan, Puerto Rico, with roots that stretch to Colombia,

    Mallorcas con queso and café con leche on the balcony at sunset.

    The neatly stacked photo albums in a closet that smells of old leather and warm memories,

    Each page a testament to stories of strength, laughter, and the unbreakable ties that bind us all.

    circa 1994? 95?

    Feliz vuelta solar madre ❣️

    😽

    Génesis