4.25.16

My Grandmother
gave me my eyes to witness
Witness life in all haunting beauty
My Aunt gave me my nose to
Inhale, life
As my mouth exhales the burdens within me
My Mother gave me my lips
To speak gold into existence
That covers my being as a golden armor
A richness passed down to me through centuries

My Father gave me
A burden I carry on my shoulders
Always

4.25.16 (part 2)

My eyes have seen war
A resistance felt from the world

My eyes bear the veil of generations
Of Women
Battered and abused

I wear them proudly

4.23.16

The solitariness of the morning sun
Puts my mind at ease
For I am one with myself
And
No one else

4.22.16

A passage through time
I witness the converging
Of lush green scenery
And modernity
The sun kisses my face gracefully

—By Sandra T ♦