A house. A green house upon a hill, hidden from downtown by tall bamboo Sprouts.…
From Nothing
From Nothing
By Emmanuel Vasquez
On nothing now lies a new place
A perfect place built by my parents through hard work
They proved to be successful, it doesn’t matter your race
And now to all the people who told them otherwise, they give a smirk
On nothing now lies a new place
A bakery and restaurant able to feed hundreds without a quirk
A place that now brings hope no person can erase
Proof anyone can do anything as long as they work
On nothing now lies a new place
Which began with a bread oven that for years was cold
brought back alight though people laughed in its old face
They taunted it, despite what my parents told
On nothing now lies a new place
The property was owned by legions of spiders and dust
Vanquished by the proud brown face
Of my Dad who saw gold among the rust
On nothing now lies a new place
He proved his color was not in his way
Now with amazing support he lives with grace
My Dad built a legacy of commitment here to stay