BEHIND THE VEIL
For so long, I wore a veil over my face
So disconnect from the world, but that was my way
I felt safe
Behind the veil
A girl so fragile
So insecure and without a voice
A growing rage
But never too late
Years after, I pushed myself for the imaginable
I lifted the veil off my face
I’ve never seen the world so crisp and clear
No boundaries, just free floating
I spent time practicing in life
I waxed my eyebrows for the first time but I ripped one off
I cooked my first rice and it burned
I dealt with my first heartbreak
These experiences molded me into me
Now comfortable in my skin, my Latina skin
My little voice shouted from a distance
I’m here, I’m HERE!
I grasped it tight and voiced my own opinions and beliefs
My journey has been a jigsaw puzzle
Back and forth but one piece closer to the finished portrait
But never too late
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