There used to be a time
Where we were rooted in our land
The whispers of the wind
Gave us wisdom in our path.
Awed we were
By this colorful world
Then pale it became
Accompanied by segregation
As well as dismay.
Blood has been spilled
For our lady’s torch
And through the years
Cultures have come
To coexist
In our lady’s land
Yet pale are this shackles
That binds our minds.
We can’t find our way
With this lousy stomping
Of a parade.
Lost our sight
Since extinguished
Has been
Our lady’s torch
As well as justice of a dress
Has been stripped.
Brothers we say
Yet Cain and Abel
Are here to stay.
“WE THE PEOPLE”
We pride
Yet mere pawn chess pieces
“They” let us play
Land of the free
Yeah right
Now, I can see…
~
Born in Weslaco, Texas in 1981.
As an introvert, she realized that her best way to communicate with people is by writing. “ECHOES IN MY HEART AND SOUL” as well as “A PASSAGE THROUGH TIME” were published in “ECHOES, AN ATHOLOGY” by the 2019 MPL Writing Circle. “METAMORPHOSIS” was published in the seventh volume of “The Chachalaca Review” (An online magazine). Some of her other work are written in her personal blog, https://theendthereforethebeginning.com.
