Where Are You From?

Where are you from?

I’m from a beautiful and dangerous city:

A “suffering paradise,”

poor on the surface

rich underneath.

a place where assassins

cry for their mothers

and the food is home made.

I’m from that corner where a kid

pointed a gun at my stomach.

I’m from the tropical rainforest

where they captured a monkey

to give me on my fifteenth birthday.

Screaming, screaming, screaming

Without aesthetic discourses.

I am not from Paris, London

or New York.

I am from Caracas,

that corner

without discourses

a gun




Blanca Haddad, Venezuela 

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