De Donde Vengo

I have been absolutely terrible about posting this month and it is one of my favorite months of the year. I was supposed to post this poem at the beginning of the Latinx Heritage Month but I couldn’t find it till now.

De Donde Vengo is a poem I wrote almost three years ago and then translated from English into Spanish when I did the Miss Fiesta DC Pageant last year. Its funny how translating something can transform the piece completely. I would now have to translate the poem again because it is not the same piece it was before. This is a poem about not WHERE I come from but WHO.

DE DONDE VENGO (Spanish)

Me preguntan de donde vengo

Como si fuera fácil de contestar

Y si lo pienso bien ni eso es la pregunta correcta

por que no es de donde vengo pero si no de quien

Y si esa pregunta les interesa escuchen bien a mi respuesta

Y te cuento con esta poema

De quién es que vengo.

Yo Vengo de mujeres guerreras

Mujeres que con una mano aguantan el peso del mundo

con la otra pelean con perros rabiosos mientras amamantan sus

hijos ganando batallas

Vengo de ni la fuerza

de un millón de hombres podría

Hacer la rodilla

Yo Vengo de ella miro 

al diablo a los ojos y

el temblo’ A ver la luz en su mirada

Vengo de ella era pequeña

pero sus manos

traían el poder de un vulcan

Yo vengo de ella cultiva

Con dedos que encienden

Fincas

Vengo de ella cocina 

como la salsa

Que baila

Yo vengo de ella vive con sus pies en dos mundo

Vengo de una fe inquebrantable

De sus ave maria

Podría cambiar a qual quier

Demonio a un santo

Yo vengo de ella se quedó

por que pensaba que sin él 

no era Nada

Vengo de ella se fue 

porque finalmente entendió 

que ella valía el oro y mucho más

Yo Vengo de un amor 

tan profundo 

Que podría calentar

hasta el más frío

No solamente vengo de la isla, tierra, palmera y mal 

vengo de la gente 

de la mujeres que sin su fuego, fuerza, poder, amor, 

y su historia que llevo en el código de mi sangre 

en el tambor de mi corazón y raíces 

no podría estar aquí hoy

Yo vengo.

Where I come from

They ask me where I come from 

As if that was so easy to answer

And if I think about it properly it’s not even the right question

Because it’s not where I am but who

So if this answer is of interest to you listen to it well 

And I’ll tell you with this poem 

Who is it that I come from 

I come from warrior women 

Women who with one hand hold the weight of the world 

And with the other fight off rabid dogs 

while breast feeding their children 

Winning battles 

I come from not even 

the strength of a million men

 could not make her kneel 

I am from she looked

the devil in his eyes

And he trembled at the light 

In her eyes 

I am from she was small 

But her hands

Held the power of a volcano 

I am from she cultivated 

With fingers that ignite 

farms

I am from she cooked

Like the salsa 

She dances too

I am from she lives with her feet in both worlds

From an unshakeable faith

From her ave marias 

Could turn any demon 

Into a saint

I come from she stayed 

Because she thought that

Without him she was nothing

I am from she left because

She finally understood

That she was worth gold and much more

I am from a love

So profound that it could 

Warm the cold blooded

I do not only come from the island, land, palm trees, and ocean 

I come from the people 

From the women that without their fire, strength, power, love

and the history that I keep encoded in my blood

In the drum of my heart and roots

I wouldn’t be here today

I am from.

I hope you enjoyed this poem it is very near and dear to my heart.

Stay colorful fam!

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