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I'm looking for a poem, "Ending Poem", which is written by a Puerto Rican poet. i can't find this poem,anyone can help me plzzzzzzzzzzzz?

This site won't let me post the link so hers the poem
I am what I am.

A child of the Americas.

A light-skinned mestiza of the Caribbean.

A child of many diaspora, born into this continent at a crossroads.

I am Puerto Rican. I am U.S. American.

I am New York Manhattan and the Bronx.

A mountain-born, country-bred, homegrown jibara child,

up from the shtetl, a California Puerto Rican Jew

A product of the New York ghettos I have never known.

I am an immigrant

And the daughter and granddaughter of immigrants.

We didn't known our forbears' names with a certainty.

They aren't written anywhere.

First names only or mija, negra, ne, honey, sugar, dear

I come from the dirt where the cane was grown.

My people didn't go to dinner parties. They weren't invited.

I am caribeña, island grown.

Spanish is my flesh, ripples from my tongue, lodges in my hips,

the language of garlic and mangoes.

Boricua. As Boricuas come from the isle of Manhattan.

I am of latinoamerica, rooted in the history of my continent.

I speak from that body. Just brown and pink and full of drums inside.

I am not African.

Africa waters the roots of my tree, but I cannot return.

I am not Taína.

I am a late leaf of that ancient tree,

and my roots reach into the soil of two Americas.

Taíno is in me, but there is no way back.

I am not European, though I have dreamt of those cities.

Each plate is different.

wood, clay, papier maché, metals, basketry, a leaf, a coconut shell.

Europe lives in me but I have no home there.

The table has a cloth woven by one, dyed by another,

embroidered by another still.

I am a child of many mothers.

They have kept it all going

All the civilizations erected on their backs.

All the dinner parties given with their labor.

We are new.

They gave us life, kept us going,

brought us to where we are.

Born at a crossroads.

Come, lay that dishcloth down. Eat, dear, eat.

History made us.

We will not eat ouselves urp inside anymore.

And we are whole.

Go to askjeeves and type in the words "ending poem." You will find the poem and all about Rosario Morales the author. Good luck. Judy in Texas.

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