'PanMerican'

I'm Panamanian,

I'm American,

I'm half and half...



Panama really runs through my body,

like a ray of the sun light from six o'clock am to six o'clock pm.

the warm hot beaches,

the cool water splashing against your face when you jump in

the Pacific Ocean,

It's the beautiful black and white sand shining,

between my toes.



The season of the rain.

The icky wet feeling

of the moisture in the air.

You might think I hate it

but,

I would never want to live in any other place,

Panama.



Massachusetts runs through my summers

The cold wind of the Haber,

numbing my butten nose,

my ears,

my cheeks:

goose bumps

rising up my legs

and my arms.



The hot July summer,

no wind,

no moister,

just so hot,

but,

not icky.

The love,

and joy

to be with

the family,

just gives me

hope for

the next year

I'll see them

again.

Massachusetts.

I'm half

and

half.