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Image: Excerpt from Voces de las Mujeres in My FamilyBy Marisela Gomez

m: Ella te ve en mi cuando se enoja.

Me dice que tengo tus orejas y soy igual de sorda.

Ella te recuerda / solo cuando no la quiero escuchar.

M: My mother only asks me this question, when my sister is not around.

/ My sister doesn’t have our father’s light-skin, nor the ability to forget.

m: Me dice que tengo tu olor.

Y le pregunto, “¿cómo lo puedes recordar?”

Nunca me contesta, pero / me sigue comparando a ti.

Y le digo en mi mente que se detenga y le reclamo.

M: My mother waits for our shared meals to ask her question of the father she

pushed aside. / She looks at me and waits for a pause between my bites. The

search begins, it does not take long, and she opens her mouth.

m: Crecí escuchando la imagen oscura que ella tiene de ti.

Siempre empieza con “tu pinche padre” y nunca mide sus palabras.

Me recuerda que ella sufrió a tu lado. /

Ella te ve en mí.

M: Her voice is always the same, cheerful and calm. /Her question lingers, and I

do not respond.

m: Me mira y te busca, siempre encuentra un pedazo tuyo. /

Me miro al espejo y yo no te veo.

M:At those moments, I wish that I had memories to protect me. / I wish I had

more than the image she created of him.

m: Solo escucho sus palabras y me recuerda que yo no tengo un padre. /

Solo tengo una madre.

M: Instead, I look at my aging mother / and I remember her smiles and


m: Ella te ve en mi cuando se enoja. /

Me dice que soy igual de güera y mentirosa.

M: I remember our shared moments in her warm kitchen, / filled with her

laughter and chilies.

m: Y me quedo callada porque se lo que sigue, /

“tu pinche padre” y ella llora.

M: Her cheerfulness is gone, and / she worries during my delay.

m: Ella te ve en mí y te recuerda.

Y le reclamo en mi mente, /

“¿Porque me sigues comparando si dices que yo no tengo padre?”

M:I take a bite and swallow, “No.”

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