Read the passage from the poem "El Olvido" by Julia Ortiz Cofer. dangerous to disdain the plaster saints before which your mother kneels praying with embarrassing fervor that you survive in the place you have chosen to live: a bare, cold room with no pictures on the walls, a forgetting place where she fears you will die of loneliness and exposure. What imagery in this passage creates a visual of the speaker’s heritage?