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      July 11, 2022Jorge Luis CorellaNana

      Nana immigrated
      in 1965,
      came to the states
      from Sonora, Mexico.
      She got her citizenship
      on September 24, 1996.
      I was five years old
      at the time.
      Though at the time
      I had no idea what citizenship was.
      I imagine I was
      running around the house
      with my two brothers
      all in our own imaginations.
      Nana taking care of us,
      trying to feed us
      that horrible oatmeal
      in the mornings.
      She would eat some
      in front of us
      in hopes it would convince
      us that oatmeal was good.
      I remember thinking,
      “How can she eat
      that nasty stuff.”
      Nana would eventually
      make us eggs.

      from #76 - Summer 2022

      Jorge Luis Corella

      “I started writing poetry in order to escape prison, if only for a moment. I would write in order to express how I feel. I still do it at times. I wrote poems about my Nana shortly after she passed away. It helped me remember all the great memories I have of her.”