“Con Leche”

Me encanta el cafe;

I love to drink coffee

Pero mi papa

But my dad

Has always told me I’d stop growing

If I drank too much

A pesar de esto my love for it grew

Iced, chilled

Un cafe cubano

Or an Americano, just the way pops likes it

What he never warned me about

Was how much my mind could stifle

my growth

My daily caramel macchiato

Left me wanting more

My favorite iced latte

Was not as cold as I became

Protective shell covered with lacing and coffee beans

Pero no fue el cafe

It wasn’t the coffee that stunned me

It was the dolor, the pain

Woven into me that did

Pero ya, no mas

Esos dias han pasados

Soy un arbol de cafe

Those days have long passed

And I am a coffee tree

Amid sunflowers and soft grass

Upon a mountain

Now when my father looks at me

He realizes it was not el cafe,

And he tells me

O, mija, cuanto has crecido

Oh, my daughter

How much you have grown

Despite your love affair with coffee