A Central American Love Story by Kairis Aridai Rivera

Updated: Sep 1

No, not Mexican.


And no it cannot be broadcasted on ABC, NBC, Or any type of C


that stands for conservative


Because being central and taking the center is inherently radical


We little countries show love through fruit


How we save the green mangos for each other


A premature


or some may say naive


way of saying te quiero and I’m patient


Or when our love is bruised and mushed


We place them in hot oil


And watch each other rewind to the table.


Central American love is stubborn


Like when you dip your tongue in crema


A statement on how they can never take our taste buds for each other.



Central American love is all about fruit


Because Chiquita banana was the most dangerous fruit of all.


How it drove our generations away


Drove my father to pick oranges in Belize


And drove me to pray my feelings for you away.



But we pick each other


Somehow we are the ripe and forbidden.



Central American type of love


Brought me here


To read this poem


While you peel mango skins with your teeth.


Our type of love


has you sharing fruit


Spitting the seeds


Burning our cheeks


Praying that despite the gunpowder


Something continues to grow.



A central american love story by kairis aridai rivera

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