I am the last tear my mother shed before my father left.
I am from where the 'no ones' accomplish the most;
where the trees are hidden by tall glistening buildings of the bright city.
I am the beautiful sound of a birds melody being drowned out
by the horns of the yellow taxi's, where manners matter most.
I am from where the people crowd around you at twelve to watch the
beautiful ball drop down against the rusted earth.
I am from when the sun sinks and masters of delicate colors abroad the sky, but
faded before you could take that perfect picture.
I am the new shoe that always got stepped on, the nail polish that got ruined once I went to bed.
Yo soy esa muchacha de pelo rizado que todos pensaban que no sabia espanol.
I am that little bit of hope in my mother's eyes.
Feb 22, 2012
Feb 22, 2012 at 3:22 PM UTC
I am the last tear my mother shed before my father left.
I am from where the 'no ones' accomplish the most;
where the trees are hidden by tall glistening buildings of the bright city.
I am the beautiful sound of a birds melody being drowned out
by the horns of the yellow taxi's, where manners matter most.
I am from where the people crowd around you at twelve to watch the
beautiful ball drop down against the rusted earth.
I am from when the sun sinks and masters of delicate colors abroad the sky, but
faded before you could take that perfect picture.
I am the new shoe that always got stepped on, the nail polish that got ruined once I went to bed.
Yo soy esa muchacha de pelo rizado que todos pensaban que no sabia espanol.
I am that little bit of hope in my mother's eyes.
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