I am tantalizing turkey tamales on Thanksgiving―

tortilla chip bags with generations of tireless hours as the first ingredient.

I am the blood of low class Latinos―

climbing up the rope of society, “ringing the bell of riches”.

I am 5’1”―

climbing up the counters to fan out fresh baked cookies.

I am humongous hoodies―

like a marshmallow melting in a mug of hot cocoa.

I am nights of peek-a-boo―

as if my hands are on and off switches for giggles.

I am 60 mph winds of worry―

through a storm battling towards expectations.

I am Hurricane Maria―

relentless, strong and a survivor… waiting for the next storm!