Judith Cofer - Esperanza

My name mocks me
for I was born at the cost
of my mother's life,
earning my father's hatred
with my first breath.
All my life
I have scoured a house soiled
with the thick soot of his resentment.
It has left its mark on the walls,
in his eyes, and on me.
All of it I have tried to wipe away.
In my hands I hold a broom,
in my heart—
ashes, ashes.

Judith Cofer

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