They used to say that I look just like you

And at the time it made me proud

Now, it makes me sad

not for me

but for you

Did they ever say

that you look just like her?

Cielito Lindo

The things we inherited

A pair of brown eyes

You wear them like earrings

You used to call me your daughter

Morena

But I am not your daughter

It took too long, but I’ve learned

Those things don’t come from you

Those are gifts

my ancestors gave me

You don’t have a daughter

The closest thing you had

Was being someone’s sister

And you are not

mine