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Poetry Corner

and field trips. She drove to
all the sports activities her
children were involved with
and always supported all her
children’s activities. And she Blue Veins Bleed Deep Maroon
was always very involved in ©Maggie Ramos
all the church activities that
involved her children and
her family.
This Mom spent hours I don't wish to be Mexican,
blaming herself and she as it is obvious that the bronze, tan tone represents it
thru my outer thin layer.
continues to do just that,
even after hours in thera- Passively with pride, life surrounds me in a
py where she was assured multicultural world. I undergo heavy, steady bridges.
it was not her fault. She I overcome with a leap fragile, fake barriers that
almost began to forgive her- intend to hold me stranded.
self, when she learned that
her child tried to commit I don't ask to be white, despite the fact that I am a
suicide while attending col- true American. I can't regret not being Asian nor
lege. Again, she questioned, African American. There are not many things in life
what did I do wrong? She I regret.
began to look back; was it
the mineral oil she adminis- I am a true Native in this world, and those are strong
tered to both her children? blue veins that compose my family from any part of
Was it too many video the globe.
games her children played?
Was it too many rules? Not Passively with pride, life surrounds me in a
enough rules? multicultural world.
It’s hard to rational- Blue veins bleed in a deep maroon, whether we
ize one person’s actions to march wearing white collars, golden crowns or silky
another, especially when fancy wardrobes.
that person is your child.
Although her child is now Our pains and sorrows all feel and bleed from the
an adult, living happily with heart. Silky white gloves don't hold me back from
another transgender, with a stretching out a hand to those who trip and fall on a
good job, and a home, this deep maroon carpet.
mother still searches for
the answers and continues
to ask herself what she did
wrong.
Maybe this mother was
over protective, maybe she
was too permissive, maybe
she acquiesced to everything
her children wanted, maybe
she was too strict, maybe
she fed her children too
many apples, not enough
oranges, or maybe she didn’t
do anything wrong. Maybe
she was just a devoted mom
with a child who was never
comfortable in the body
they were born with.