Activism in Exile was a Government course that I took during the spring semester of 2024 where I discovered that I have some potential for writing poetry, and it was because my professor asked me “Are you taking a creative writing course”? Since that day I have been writing about how I feel, and the following piece is about dreams that I always have.
The sun does not let me see clearly,
And it is burning my skin.
I realize I am at the beach.
The place where my mom was born and raised,
The place where I would have grown up,
If the tragedy of 1997 had never happened,
My favorite place on earth,
Where worries don’t exist,
Where happiness is always a priority,
Where people wear shorts, sandals, and t-shirts,
I am floating in the middle of the sea,
Eating empanadas de queso con salsa de ajo.
I am in the same country,
Where my family and friends are,
I am in my bed, waking up,
It doesn’t make sense,
I’m in the middle of the East Coast, far from home,
Not tropical at all,
Where winter hits hard,
Where I don’t even want to get out of bed,
And then I realized: it was a dream,
Once again, just a dream.
