Culture + Voices Amá – A Poem October 3, 2017 Views 492 0 Comments I ask my amá, “Amá porque son mudos?” She looks at me confused. “Que quieres? Que seamos pericos o que?” I say, that’s not what I mean. She looks at me confused as she adds salt to the food. “Que? Porque tu papá esta en la sala y yo acá?” I say, “No es que, nevermind.” She looks at me confused. “Pues tu papá esta haya haciendo sus cosas y yo estoy haciendo las mías. Eso que tiene?” Amá that’s not what I mean. “Haber pues, de que quieres hablar hija?” Amá this is not how it works. Amá what I mean is you work too hard and you are always too tired. Too tired to have a conversation with your hija, even though I hope you want to. Amá what I mean is, I yearn for conversation. Amá what I mean is, I want to learn about you. Amá what I mean is, I want you to share with me your life experiences. Amá what I mean is, I need more of you. But instead I say, sabes que amá, mejor ya nada. Mejor ya nada, because you work too hard so we have nothing missing en la casa. Mejor ya nada, because I understand that you work too hard and are too tired for conversation. Mejor ya nada because without saying a single word, you say everything and more. Mejor ya nada, because I don’t want to be an ungrateful latosa that has been given everything and still wants more. Mamá, porque son mudos? I already know why. Porque la acciones dicen mas que las palabras. Written by: Victoria Camacho [A SupaDaily Community Submittal] Post tags: poetry