Madre Mía
I hear you. I see you. You are love.
when others say “you’re not from here”. You are love.
powerful lioness, protegiendo su leonsita. You are love.
gracias, Mil gracias. You are love.
i hear the whispers “she only cleans houses”. You are power.
teaching me to reach and stretch. You are power.
my brown skin, my quick wit, my tongue and it’s double sided power.
you are power. I am power. Mil gracias.
This poem is about:
Me
My family