Friday, August 14, 2009

Para Mis Amigas

Mexican woman,
You are beautiful,
With your dark, knowing eyes
And your thick, wavy hair
I wish were on my head.
Your salsa English flavorful,
Your native tongue a Spanish opera
I’ve yet to sing, though I’ve tried.
I’ve worshipped the sun,
Sweated and burned,
To glow lesser shades of your brown.
Mexican woman,
You seem not confused for your
Sense of purpose,
Your mission.
Confident in your strengths,
Intent to abolish your vulnerabilities,
Proud in the face of scorn.
You inspire me.
“Independent woman”
You call me.
“Intelligent woman”
I call you.
We kiss each other’s cheeks.

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