Morir Soñando

Morir Soñando

Born with piel de miel, hair with soul, and the body music is created for.
Raised by roots stronger than the trunks of the trees in your Abuela’s back yard.
Mi hija, aprender a cocinar, siempre anda con cache, y nunca salga sin dinero. Lessons of our patria.
In a silver platter handed the American Dream.. Or at least ….the opportunity to Morir Sonando.
Estudia, trabaja, ser mujer hecha y derecha. Need no man.
We become women that surpasses all expectations, yet not quite good enough.
Y el novio? Cuando te va casar. Cuando vas tener un chichi.
Well the thing is.. This woman, Dominican empowered, American driven..was told to Morir Soñanado.
To live life to the fullest, to travel, to live cultures her parents still don’t understand.
In the process the standards of time was stolen from her. Married by 26 mother by 28, y como?
While I was trying to Morir Soñando, some dreams were put on pause, some dreams died.
The life I planned, the expectations my parents had, the path society paved for me.. It all got tangled up.
At least I tried to Morir Soñando.
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