The other one is the one called Yemyle who is now in the United States but never really left Cuba. She is the one who goes straight to Sedanos when I really want to go to Winn-Dixie. She is the one who dances salsa when I listen to hip hop. Sometimes I cannot control her and she takes over and then I get loud, Cuban loud. I would much rather like to vacation in Bahamas but she only wants to visit Varadero. When I’m hungry and I’m heading to Burger King I somehow end up in Pollo Tropical eating rice and black beans with pork chops and yucca. I save money to go to a Whitney Houston concert and Yemyle “la cubanita” spends her money in Willy Chirino’s concerts. I love American Idol but I don’t get to watch it a lot because Yemyle is always changing the channel to Sabado Gigante. I will always have a little cubanita ending and no matter how much English I speak or how many places I travel I will never forget where I was born and where I grew up. I will always live in my own version of “Que Pasa Usa” juggling my Cuban side with the American side.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Me and Her
The other one is the one called Yemyle who is now in the United States but never really left Cuba. She is the one who goes straight to Sedanos when I really want to go to Winn-Dixie. She is the one who dances salsa when I listen to hip hop. Sometimes I cannot control her and she takes over and then I get loud, Cuban loud. I would much rather like to vacation in Bahamas but she only wants to visit Varadero. When I’m hungry and I’m heading to Burger King I somehow end up in Pollo Tropical eating rice and black beans with pork chops and yucca. I save money to go to a Whitney Houston concert and Yemyle “la cubanita” spends her money in Willy Chirino’s concerts. I love American Idol but I don’t get to watch it a lot because Yemyle is always changing the channel to Sabado Gigante. I will always have a little cubanita ending and no matter how much English I speak or how many places I travel I will never forget where I was born and where I grew up. I will always live in my own version of “Que Pasa Usa” juggling my Cuban side with the American side.
Monday, August 24, 2009
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