Espera, mija comes from the Imagen mi barrio workshop that took place this summer, a collaboration with Bibliotech Digital Library, and generously funded in part by the National Endowment for the Arts.
I cast my line into the pond y espero, espero for a fish to bite. I yell back to you, Papí, no hay pez. Let’s go to another lugar! Espera, bebé. Be patient, you tell me. It’s my first time fishing. Actually, no. Es mi primera vez fishing with the men. I’m excited, but tengo un poco miedo to mess up and make you ashamed of me. Porque soy una niña. I cast my line into the pond and wait como un hombre, real chill and quiet. I want to tell you about my day at school, about the handstand I finally got down in gymnastics, pero I don’t because we don’t talk when we’re fishing. You warned me, Mija, no hables aqui, O.K? So I wait, but I wish I didn’t have to. I watch my line hang motionless in the water. We can talk after I show you I can fish as well as any boy or man. (more…)