BODIES!, Serena Hocharoen
He told me
Said it was:
and I could feel the slice of his tongue open up
trenches in my flesh
over fault lines where past meets fat.
I tried to change for him. Meet his preference.
Shave my parts.
Straighten my half-Dominican locks.
Keep a curve.
He didn’t understand what kind of warrior I was.
Stretch marks like battle scars
mark my skin–
crosshatching a crossroads
as the borders
drip like dulce de leche
reminding me of the island
I saw once in a dream
and touched twice with
My flesh was conceived by dualism.
My body will not apologize
for carrying the weight of
a mother, father, brother
Borders I cannot cross, flesh that cannot be merged,
a lingering multiplication; oppressor/oppressed.
I perfect my Standard English
while hips oscillate to the sound
of bachata y merengue
tying to dance its way
into my college education.
It is never ending.
It is always tired.
It is ready for battle.
He didn’t know what kind of story I was trying to tell with my
About the Author
Dariana D. Guerrero · Smith College
Dariana D. Guerrero is a senior at Smith College. She studies English with an emphasis in creative writing. Dariana has been widely published and has had her work recognized nationally and internationally in the academic journal, Women: A Cultural Review. She began writing poetry in high school with the Andover Bread Loaf organization and continues to work with the organization today. Dariana calls Lawrence, Massachusetts home.
About the Artist
Serena Hocharoen · Grinnell College
Serena Hocharoen is a senior at Grinnell College studying Studio Art and Chemistry. She makes artist books, handmade paper, and is the lifetime editor of spaghetti teens zine.