"Where I'm From"
by Yeni Baez I am from the sweet glistening river waters. Those of which trickle down rocks at the river by home. Containing relaxation that gives you a moment for thinking peacefully. I am from the kitchen. Where mamá and her house workers make dinner. Fried salty goodness of plantains, sour delicate crispy onions, soft delicious pork that comes apart as you pull it, and refreshing tangy salad on half of my plate. Overfilling me as I reach for seconds, simultaneously drinking homemade bitter, acidic, pleasing lemonade. I am from the colored tones of the leaves on the family tree. Bare feet of those who run down the streets as we fly authentic kites made from plastic bags which came along with the crispy, crunchy chips we bought at the corner store. Traveling towards the unique palms that touch upon others as we play tag. To the cooling waters that run from the bathtubs. Leading towards the darkness at home as a candle was lit creating a path of fiery brightness for others to see. I am from the lost generation of today’s society. Confused, Stressed, Lost, Puzzled, Frightened. To the extra pair of eyes on my dress cabinet. Belonging to the papers full of equations laid out on the floor. I am from the pictures out of mamá’s photo albums. To the moments of happiness. Cartoons, Naptime, Barbies, Play dough, and Playgrounds. Slowly fading away, becoming a world of depression. Consisting of nothing else but black and white. Wishing to go back to the sweet glistening waters which trickle down rocks during the silence of the night. As mamá rocks back and forth on her rocking chair telling me a story before bed. Sadly I block her voice out and pay attention to the creaking sound coming from her chair instead. Falling asleep, I leave the world that used to be full of sunshine, smiles, and laughs to slowly rotate into a world of confusing darkness. Without fiery brightness to clear the path for others. Yeni is an eleventh grader. She is a regular high school student focusing on aspiring a military career who secretly uses writing and art to escape from reality.
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Epiphany Literary Magazine is a safe space for students at Franklin High School to share their creativity. Archives '16-'20
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