we lived unbound

I’ve lived in this city for awhile now, and that’s fine

but in the late Spring when the sun begins

to darken my skin again

I get homesick for places I’ve been.

The carnival when I was ten

money was tight which made it hard to take

four kids at once, but one day they sent me and my sisters

the beautiful glow made me think of stars

we rode the spinning teacups, rotating the wheel faster

and faster and faster

giggles and squeals filled the air.

The first snow and only snow I’ve ever seen

came when I was small and lean

my daddy called us over, a rarely seen

smile hung on his face, not angry, not mean.

I wondered “What did I do this time?”

He opened the door and I saw a brilliant white blanket

barefoot, we hit

the ground running, the crunch of soft ice bit

into my feet. I didn’t care, I enjoyed the cold grit.

The sweaty boy from the track meet when I was fourteen

sitting in the grass arms stretched out behind us

relaxing on our scrawny elbows where no one could find us

he asked if I’ve ever been kissed and I began to fuss

with my hands when my mamá called me over with distrust.

The nervousness of running into a cornfield

to steal some food for the week

I was sixteen and knew better but we had to eat

corn was grown for cows but when you’re hungry it tastes sweet

we ran between the blurred rows, a green and yellow fleet

shoving ears into our backpacks

we would have to clean it later

to make sure it was clear of caterpillars

that liked to make their way into the corn, tiny traitors.

These moments are precious to me and are growing fainter

with each new memory, to think I had once wished to forget,

I know one day they’ll be lost to the wind and the ground

the memories of a poor brown

girl, but nothing and no one, not even God, can drown

out the fact that we lived and that we were unbound.

Photo: In front of me by ElMarto [Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-NoDerivs]

Published by Christy Leos

Hi! I’m Christy Leos – Writer, Editor, and Author with a background in English Literature, social media, digital content creation, and access to justice work for marginalized communities. 📌When I write, I am the best version of myself; I am a storyteller.📌 📣 Work featured on LatinaMedia.Co, ABC13, Southern Laced, and InspirationalBlogs.com. With a liberal arts degree in English Language and Literature from Rice University, I’m grateful I’ve been given “the chance to work hard at work worth doing.”

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