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When I Was Six

written by: Cristina Munoz



especially after my family
migrated from Spain to Australia
without my mother's brother
anymore to help stop the devil
from appearing in my father's eyes
violence became the language
of my childhood

if a blue-eyed boy
with strange orange hair
and freckles on his skin
dared to make fun of me
because of my Vienna rolls
bursting with spicy chorizo
my mother packed for lunch
instead of his Vegemite sandwiches
i would punch him in the face
and he never did it again

when i was six
aggression made sense
in such a different place
where extremely pale people
lived in ugly grey buildings
surrounded by mainly concrete
speaking a quiet cold language
i didn't understand at all
i missed the happy white houses
and apartments with arched front doors
filled with everyone talking loudly warmly
by the melodic sound of the Mediterranean Sea
which i missed singing at my bare feet
more than my favourite cousins
and even my mother's brother's

Cristina Munoz

Cristina Munoz

Cristina Munoz is working on her first collection of prose poetry in Woodend, Australia. Her poetry was first played on air throughout Australia and included in "WORD UP An Anthology Of Youth Poetry" as part of a Youth Poetry Competition held by Triple J and the ABC. Since then she has had poems published in 'Poetry Australia". Cristina has a passionate love of music which fuels her poetry and has had album reviews for various alternative bands published in Beat Magazine. She is currently dedicated to the sound of women in alternative pop and rock by writing album reviews and music musings as she manages SoundOfWomen.com
Cristina Munoz

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