Farmer's Market

Farmers Market Her breasts were watermelons and he loved fruits Farmers Market six o’clock He was searching for anything in store She was sticking blueberry poses Leaving kiwi footprints And tossing her cilantro hair for others to envy He stared Measured her Caribbean curves And passively said “I want that one” He took 10 pounds of her dignity wrapped her up in a plastic bag and dragged her to his place She didn’t want to leave The market place was her home This place where she would harvest for her children and their children This place where the rain seemed to rejuvenate the most intimate parts of her roots Where the sun would shine just enough But he was hungry So he stole fruits He sliced her eggplant figure right in half Ignored the sweet ginger that erupted from her insides Strawberries started to leak from her thighs all the way down to her feet. His fingers rubbed the hairless peach in between her legs, He busted her cherry hoping to make as much profit off her as he could He hated the color of her skin yet he caressed it He hated her people and he hated her This is Christopher Columbus’ big discovery I was there I heard the cries of my ancestors Zocorro! Ausilio! Someone help us please! As he twisted the virgin grapes that lied on their chests As he took the two lumpy apples at the base of her back And baked them into pies to sell to slave owners That would later be eaten for Thanksgiving dinner But you tell me, what is there to celebrate? When he chopped her up And left thick wounds that would be passed down into her children’s umbilical cords How would she explain this to me To the next generation of girls who were growing up behind her hut? How would she tell us that she couldn’t breast-feed because every time she looked down she could only see his face? But …he forgot she had seeds That no matter how much he stepped on her crops the more she would blossom That no matter how much he wished her harvest would rot underground the more she would flourish He forgot she had mustard seeds, That would grow tall with pride from underneath the wounds he had left behind.