ITS IN ME

Its In Me

Its Runs through my blood

the sound of the rhumba drum

the spicy taste of rum

the smell of tabaco

the twinkle of stars

the red

the white

and the blue

a star tatooed on my forehead

the blackest of coffee

and the taste of melao de caña

riding bare back through the fields

of Las Villas

eating juicy mangoes

it goes on in my memory haunting me

something that i will need eternaly

because its in my blood

porque soy Cubana

Reviews

[Fra/c/ture]

you did a nice job of capturing what it feels like to be from anywhere thats not "here". i think even readers who dont relate to cuba can still get a real good feeling where you're coming from because you mix up the personal images and the cubana flair with images that everyone can relate to, like even the coffee and the fruit. they are identifiable.

there are a few minor spelling errors: tobacco, it's, bareback.

maybe the yellow parts are a bit tough to read and the extreme variations of color may actually detract from the simplicity of the rest of the piece. as someone who is immersed in caribbean culture every day, this piece rings true and familiar.