TransplantA Poem by Butch Decatoria
TRANSPLANT
They call me Americano "Puti" means White boy and there are two kinds of Vinegar here dark and "puti" (white) Hey Americano! Oy Puti! or they call me "Bo-ssing" Translation: "Boss" Still, I feel like a foreign exchange student still oblivious to the language nodding at every "ay nako" An Alien and stranger to a strange land which is my country born on this equatorial line "It's always hot in the Philippines, baby!" (should be the slogan) Here I am The American -- Oy Americano! Over there I am the unemployed The fired guy gots no money A No-One Nameless nothing, over there... I don't have golden hair blue eyes I'm ethnic Mocha Mix coconut Mango Rice boy Brown Complexion a perplexion?? No problem I know who I am not what I am or what color I am I'm wide awake... But here / I am in Your arms Loving me And in loving me I know who I am Not just "Puti" "white" but Mango marvelous mixtures of paradise thousand islands mistiso Pogi Na? Sa Hero mo... In your kiss : passion of suns A star gives birth your mouth : nuclear fissions Perfection is almost malleable art : knowing You... Here I am removed from there no name needed soaking in the brilliance of your love... © 2013 Butch DecatoriaReviews
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5 Reviews Added on January 8, 2013 Last Updated on January 8, 2013 AuthorButch DecatoriaLas Vegas, NVAbout"I cannot wait to see tomorrow, but I will live like--I just couldn't wait!" --yours truly "In The Church of (My) Life, Love is Worship" -- yours truly Lets101 Quizzes - Fun quizzes for blog .. more.. |

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