Broken Glass
By Samaris Ayala


My mom was silent
in my childhood
Not her fault I was confused
in high school
I still got my diploma
Never talked about her
The moment I whispered
it in the university
They said
You have to do
something else
Because we are
too high class
to talk about
broken glass
and I became sad

NYC-based Samaris Ayala contributes her poetry to Puerto Rico Sun. She may be reached at sallypatches@yahoo.com.
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