We Are One Family: Somos Una Sola Familia

Hermana Hondureña en Cristo, DNA does not bind
your skin rich. A tanned hide

Mine, an ashen rawhide
No familial resemblance

Blood spilt, the body strung on the cross
binds us in an eternal, global family;
Segregation has no place in this family

Have you worn the dress;
The wedding dress?
¿el vestivo de novia?

An antique creamy, dirty thing

Acceptable
? One would think…
Yes.

Here, the coffee stained first draft of
Roberto Sosa’s Los Pobres

Quetzalli entwined in your coarse dark hair
May I have one, hermanita Hondureña?

… Sí

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