A portrait hangs on the wall Of a Taino queen She has my abuela’s eyes Sugar cane skin Emitting light That illuminates our potential History wears the face of family Looking to the past, to create the future I reach through centuries to reclaim that which we have forgotten, forgone, and been stripped of Honor, power, strength, self-respect Once petroglyphs etched on stone Are now an apparition Today we have half-naked young women Diminishing their self-worth To chase a net worth Provided by media empires Of so-called “reality tv” A reality lacking political activism, female solidarity, gender equality because despite how far we’ve come Men still want to dictate to us what we Should do with our bodies Was this the future our ancestors desired for us? Our grandmothers and great grandmothers Cleaned homes, swept floors, Laid bricks and mortar that paved our road to freedom. The freedom for us to make a difference The freedom for us to be business owners and decision makers The freedom to be heard, to be respected, to be treated as equals But instead of moving forward we are regressing Where are our women with strength like old family traditions? Where are our leaders? Where is this generation’s revolution? For the footsteps of the past have long faded History has pushed its way into the present We are here now It is our time to educate Teach our daughters and nieces the importance of their lives But even more importantly, the significance of their past. For a portrait hangs on the wall Of a Taino queen She has my daughter’s eyes Sugar cane skin Emitting light That illuminates our potential. History wears the face of family I am the past, she is the future I reach through centuries to reclaim that which we have forgotten, forgone, and been stripped of.