Sea Child

the sea side town

she took it away. like how the sea drifts u away

the smell of sea salt, sticking in these beach waves.

the sand crashing against your feet, like a brush on a canvas

i am oakley. dianne oakley.
i sometimes call myself the child of the sea.
i live in a small town, right beside the ocean.
my mama is latina, and my papa is japanese.
our traditions & manners are never the same.
i have a younger hermana name valentina
an older hermano, alejandro nicolas.

fish. I am so sick of that word. we have it every day. morning. evening. night.
we sell fish every day of our lives.
Papa got so sick of it, he moved with nicolas.
i think he abandoned us.

mama.
she sometimes regret marrying Papa.
she doesn't want to leave the town.
she said it will always be her home.
papa thinks she has a mental disorder.
they always fight, but we were once happy.

papa.
i always thought he was very cool.
he moved to a penthouse in tokyo
he has a job in one of the biggest company.
mama never allowed him to use his wealth.
even if we were living very poorly and low.

my papa named me. oakley. not latina at all.
very very american.

my Papa said it will be easier for me to fit in when i'm older.
sometimes i am jealous of my hermanos but sometimes i am greatful.

oakley. dianne oakley.