The dripping  from the faucet is heard from the end of

the silent living room

Silence consuming us

As if one slip

would make us turn into mist

Tumbling over our words

From the fear

Of being heard

That's how we all grew up

We were never rich or poor

Wishing money could be poured out of us

Always on our toes, paying every cent of the rent

But as kids swallowed up by the rundown T.V screen

to escape from what it’s like to be us

Wishing we can have mountains of cash beneath us

like those dramatic

Spanish soap operas

Having every possible struggle disappear

Like every coin that goes into our expenses

Constantly being reminded of all the struggles we’ve been through

And that blurry figure

A silhouette that seems to get blurry as we get older

Like a beautiful flower withering away as time goes by

Shading over us, to remind us

of the broken memories of what we had with our father

haunting us, and wondering

how would it felt like to fill up that void up

for the past 14 years

Underneath each layer of struggle

Wrapped around me as if suffocating me

Running back to a warm embrace

Like being stuffed in a warm blanket

Remembering that i’m not alone

My mother

Someone i've looked up too

Who has been there since my first stuffy breath

Of the intoxicating world

But who would've thought my two older sister

Off to college

As if one wasn’t enough

You should of seen the look on my mother’s face

To see her two daughters become Americanized

To see them leave the house as early as that

When traditionally you are strapped to your family’s back

Until a man sweeps you off your feet

That's when life begins

They say