a story for us
Our breath mingled
together, wisping around us, surrounding
us with the soul of our words.
Words that made us excited
for this thing we were creating
together. You and I had a world
living inside of us, human beings bubbled
out of it, living and breathing.
We imagined a great Aztec temple,
greenery all around, the grainy sound
of gravel as an explorer traipsed
through the ancient hallways. We dreamed
as we sat in my cramped
bedroom, our knees touching
as we attempted to sit at my tiny desk.
After that day, I remember
sitting on the bus, dreaming of adventures
we would write, about the brown girl
who would save the world. And of her brother
who was so much like me. We dared imagine
a story for us. For our brown skin and our
And even though, after junior
year, our lives were like a cloudy haze
over that world, still they would waltz
into my thoughts, wandering in and out
sometimes. The brown girl and her brother
who was so much like me, who would save
the world. Taking shelter in my mind, sheltering
me from everything that hurt.
I want to ask you, Selena, do you ever feel
like that brown girl and her brother
saved your world?