Pinata by Taylor H.

Pi֘nata

by Taylor H.

Monticello Middle School


A child’s birthday party

Or Dia de Los Muertos?

I asked myself this many times

While in the supermarket

I’ve seen my hermanos and hermanas

Being picked off the shelves like cattle

And although I see myself

As equal to ancestors

I do consider myself lucky

For as you see…

I am nothing but 7 inches tall

Most people will not use me 

As my intended purpose

And will most likely use me as decoration

For that stupid made up holiday

Taco tuesday

And even though it may not be today

Or tomorrow

Heck it might not be a few years from now

But I know I will be put on the chopping block

Filled with sweet treats

Just to be broken apart

But in my dying breath I will say this and only this

It’s not pronounced pinyada It’s pronounced pinyata