I've always thought of myself as a Tex-Mex border girl, though I am really not.
I am an echo from voices of the past.
Grandma's mom was from Villa Ahumada and grandma lived in El Paso.
I am the niece of my Tía Lilia, who lived on and off between El Paso and Chihuahua.
I am the neighbor of the Chaviras, who owned acres of Walnut and lots of honey bees.
Its is none of their fault that I feel foreign in my own home.
I am a chimera made with pieces from here, there, and nowhere near myself where would you find me.
I am lost by the border. A little bit south from it.
And is my sun still shining on the dessert? My heart belongs in the town by the dunes.
