• Lina Rincón

POESÍA | Diasporic Hunger



Middle Name


my eastern head at the edge of a hospital bed,

my foot hanging from your wall.


A middle name,

a scribble, a tilde

confronting kings of the West


A middle name,

accessory on my ID card

a face is not match to the name,


a foreign name that I rather not pronounce.




Caravan

To Jakelyn Amei Rosmery Caal Maquin


Her canvas shoes carry a pair of equipped feet and legs.

They carry her slender figure and her dark eyes.


Feet, legs, eyes and spirit fully prepared

la virgencita hanging from her neck

moneditas in her pocket.


Onward, we are leaving!

United

together,

we will conquer our fight with the government.


we see the border of our dreams.


One step after another, we move forward

and laugh at times,

get quiet,

and swim


Proud, we claim compassion on the edge of our existence.


One step after another, we spot the our dream

shocked,

exhausted.


United

together,

we will resist.

The toxic track initiated by the empire's brutal force...

On the blind fog of our fight.


Feet, legs, eyes and spirit fully prepared

holding tight to virgencita

moneditas caen.


Onward, we flee!


Absorbed by the sun

ignored by the clown


Her canvas shoes slowly fall off: drained, all faint.

They announce the tragic departure of her slender figure and her dark eyes.

Lina Rincón is a Latinx immigrant, a sociologist, and a poet. She writes about the experiences that shape her life and the lives of others like herself: the displaced, the left behind, the marginalized, the hopeful, the activist, the heartbroken. Her poetry has appeared in Harvard College’s journal “Palabritas” and on the website “Love’s Executive Order.” She uses poetry to help college students and the general public to understand the struggles of immigrants and people of color.