When I build my house
And
It does not look like grand mamas
Or does not smell like papas
Remember
That that our bricks are
from the same soil
And
The mortar is binded
By the deepest waters
And
Our shadows of the
Past still dance
In the window sills.
Remember
We are still
Neighbors.
We are still kin.
Come celebrate with me
Warm my house.
The door is unlocked
Come in
Please.