How I Sing My Song (Poetry of Acceptance)

The Sun and Weather Gods require a little shake for the exchange of their gifts to us
 here in SoCal.

I tried moving to a different state but there’s a song in my soul that only sings when I am here.  Part of my ancestry comes from what is now known as Norther California and the other side from Jalisco/Michuacan Mexico.

The following is my Poem… yes, I write quite a bit and poems are one of my favorites but have rarely shared them.  My Daughter found my art and writing books from High School and College recently and asked me to share my “talent.”  I wasn’t very good – per my opinion – but if she says its perfect then I have to believe her.  *Smile*

How I Sing My Song

As a young adult I lived in Jalisco to discover my roots and family –  it was part of the notes that make my song, but…

I was still too American or “Not Mexican Enough”

I asked WHY?  I speak our language, I sing your song..
          the rhythm of my blood flows through the years of training as a Folklorico Dancer…
                    it SHOWS when I dance hip hop… and peeks out when I line dance!

I sing your song…
through each caress of each finger as it slides over each metal string of my violin and guitar…
          always passion and always with that flavor that I can’t explain and most will feel!

I sing your song…
through the hours upon hours of vocal training from the living Mariachi Greats that knew I wasn’t a singer
          but MY MUSIC was LOUD and can be heard over the thundering horns!

I sing your song…
          in MY flavor and in MY  abilities…
                   It’s a RE-MIX of ALL that I was…
                             Have been… AND… WILL BE!

Do YOU hear Your Song?
          It’s in MY SONG NOW…
                    Welcomed and ACCEPTED…

 This IS how I sing MY Song!

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