Red 

White 

Blue 

Birthchild 

Of 

Seas and pews 

Cuba 

You held me in your arms 

Only to tell me I was too far gone 

So you left me flailing 

Just a baby 

I Was wailing 

Needing a home 

But your hands 

Were too worn 

The seeds you sowed 

Could never grow

America 

Will be my new home 

This home 

That was painted over and over 

Too many times before 

Yet I can still see you 

Cuba 

Underneath 

The freshly done paint 

You were the first layer 

Then america took it’s brush 

Painted over you 

I will never be the same 

This grotesque new shade

Of paint

These flags 

Red 

White 

Blue 

But none of them represent you? 

No. 

I am an outcast in my country 

An immigrant in yours. 

I will never be at home 

There will never be room for both.

Red

White 

Blue 

I am not apart of either of you 

You will never welcome me 

For what I am 

I am too white 

Too unalike 

Too guera to be latina 

I am too different 

For some reason I have an accent 

I am simultaneously both 

yet 

There will never be room for both

Neither of you 

Has ever been 

My host 

This is why 

I 

Will 

Never 

Have 

A 

Home