Warm hearts conjure the  winds in your community.
Such an immunity to this disease called privilege,
with enough smiles for simplicity to  be envied.
Barrio Blanco, you surprise me.
The way the internet disguises your pride through lies,
Your beauty resides inside and that's a shine that could never be extinguished.

Warm hearts conjure the winds in your community.
You are the wind that pushes the mills of sustainability.
You are the shanty cocoon, located in the gloomy corners of  forgotten room,
though nobody understands your struggle, you know the inevitability of something incredible to soon bloom.


Sooooo I meant to finish that poem lol, but the wifi hasn't been working. That's pretty much how this entire trip for me went. It was full of enlightenments (or what I thought were enlightenments) that turned into