First Spanish Poem

While studying at a small Spanish university last year, all of the courses that I took were entirely in Spanish. One of my favorites courses was Literature. In that class, we read brilliant pieces by some of Spain and Latin America’s most well known writers. We were also required to write in Spanish which was still fairly new to me at the time. One of my favorite moments in that class was when the professor asked us to pull out a sheet of paper and create a shape poem. We had to write a poem, but the lines had to create an image. Panic overwhelmed me because anytime I write a poem, I want it to be good. I want to be extremely proud of it. Everybody around me started to write and create these images and I sat there blankly staring off trying to come up with something. I sat there and finally said to myself “Whatever. I’ll just draw my hand.” What I thought was an escape from an assignment I was unnecessarily overthinking, became one of my favorite pieces I’ve written and my first poem written in Spanish. Here it is, not in the shape of my hand.

Mis manos

cuentan historias.

Dicen que yo soy fuerte,

Hecha de tierra y sol.

Mi piel, un color de café con leche

y una mezcla de las banderas

de los países que son parte de mi vida.

Mis manos

Ofrecen ayuda, amistad, comodidad, amor.

Nunca te fallaran.

Mis manos

Hacen lo imposible.

Son magia

porque Papi dice

que todo lo que toco prosperará.

Juntas,

hacen oraciones

y piden que Dios nos bendiga,

para siempre.


Although it doesn’t quite feel the same to me in English, I’ve included the translation for anybody that would like to see what it means, but can’t read Spanish. I’ll save you the trip to Google translate.

My hands,

tell stories.

They say I’m strong,

made of soil and sun.

My skin, the color of coffee with milk

and a mix of the flags

of the countries that are part of my life.

My hands,

offer help, friendship, comfort, love.

They’ll never fail you.

My hands,

do the impossible.

They’re magic

because my Father says

everything my hands touch will prosper.

Together,

they say prayers

and ask God to bless us,

forever.

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