My latest writing

“A green blossom form the dark ash”

By Omar F. Medina

Tried by fire and refined like bright gold
I stand here on top, I stand here bold!

Some labeled me a failure and pushed me to the side
The oddity to look upon by all the innocent eyes…
It hurt me when they laughed
It burned me so I cried
My self esteem was wounded
It hurt me and I cried

My roots were entwined with some of those that bit me
I never understood why my people would trade fists with me
With time I learned to adapt and focus on my family:
of friends, of mentors and anyone who would stand by me

I was humble
I was hardened
and humbled then again, before I knew it I was a grown Man

I forgive, I forgave and to this day I never did forget
I stand atop a defeated cloud of racism, criticism and a stigma-a label before my birth
Like my loved ones before me-I am just trying to make a living…
I am just trying to make it work

Success is pre-empted by a trial, by a raging fire
I have become a green blossom from the dark ash