Lola Rosario Aponte
I’m From
Tinta regada
8 octubre de 2025
After George Ella Lyons’s poem,
Where I’m FromI’m from the coquís’ lullabies & abuela’s café con leche
her kisses on my forehead & her constant reminders –
que “aquí se habla español”I’m from a concrete jungle & fire hydrant summer splashes
lluvias en el campo borincano where I learned to dance in
the rainI’m from snow angels that spread their wings,
crossed an ocean & learned to thrive in a tropical climate
even if only during short vacationsI’m from handball court hangouts & double Dutch
in the schoolyard — where Black & Brown girls like me
were taught to dream bigI’m from the city that never sleeps, where subway cars
serve as automatic alarm clocks & where a dollar can
still buy you a slice of pizzaI’m from street smarts & public pools,
after school programs & the toughest spelling bees
where everyone was made to feel a winnerI’m from Caribbean breezes & pristine beaches
coconut water sips & succulent mangoes
picked off the treeI’m from El Yunque’s cascadas cristalinas &
raging rivers carrying cuentos de mis
ancestrosI’m from legacies of a twice colonized people
seeds of Indigenous Taino & Mamá África
blossoming in my soulI’m from warrior women of tribes unconquered
breaths birthed from resistance & revolution
whose legacies livein me
