O orange harvest moon | why do you bring such longing | for him or winter
our rights slip through hands | people shake their heads resigned | we lift our voices
| shouting you can't take our rights | they are not yours to swindle
| shouting you can't take our rights | they are not yours to swindle
people don't want to suffer | though wanting is fear | of not having
but they don't get it | less is more doesn't compute | in our "buy" culture
no more star gazing | purple skies too full of moon| on yesterdays gone
nothing can stop her | only she can brake herself | re-imagine life
first day of falling | into another season | reasons to stand sure
the two who are | one lives in Aiye | other in Orun |
both sacred twins journeyed | to market no'ne stayed home
her face always in books | or screen blue back lit | you'll find her there lost |
in a world of words seeking | illusive as butterflies
she was born spirit line | a "mistake" that got left in | strong
our words not a ruse | poetry as lies to be used | to get ahead
a tsunami cloud | resembled a mountain range | covered in new snow |
hovered on the edge | of my childhood lake
if a writer falls | in love with you | you'll never be forgotten
a pastel party | going down up in heaven | as Spirits rejoice
resist urges | to vote for the lesser of | evils who are twins
fear is a liar | bullies win through our silence | the truth shall prevail
I can not pretend | that monsters do not exist | they live among us
leaves unravel spring | summer's a lush coat of green | fall life's teeth chew through |
masticating to the bone | winter the long sleep waiting
there are many Septembers | on the eleventh | we remember those |
who died for the empire | who died for the lies
she wants it to rain | in ropes falling from blank skies | to cool the harsh day
ancestor maíz | corn in every color | grows seven feet tall
we break easily | sometimes there's no other way | to end the madness |
we leave reality | head towards a way to be healed
she could have been his | in an eye-blink eternity | star-crossed lovers |
oceans that could never merge | what beauty trying
she tells her mother | I hope you won't forget me | she forgets what's said |
daughter cries for all the loss | then in her childhood and now
workers the backbone | bring food from fields to tables | build envisioned worlds |
mothers raise nations of us | fathers the finishing touch
medicine stories | passed on in blood memory | in ancestors' voices
what is unseen | is later unearthed by light | shed on the darkness
Copyright © 2012 Odilia Galván Rodríguez. All Rights Reserved.
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