She Is History (3/30)

She is a living record
of what can’t be found in history books
Diluted sheets can never capture
the layers of life that she wears
on her face like armor.
Each crease, sculpted
by the love for her children.
No nip and tuck
to help erase the bitter winters
that pierced through her skin like daggers
or the nights she laid her head
against bare floors
that bore blisters on her spirit
No sweet lullaby to sing
for the aspirations she carried on her back
like a new born baby
Her eyes, heavy from centuries of disappointment,
still warm up souls like sancocho
Her lips have only spoken the truth
even when she wasn’t understood
Navigating through unfamiliar places,
with strange faces, and labeled an alien
A word used to describe anything that is different
Never fulfilling prophecies
of men destined to be kings
but instead nurtured boys
whose lives would end
before they began.
Searching for justice in a foreign land,
ambition is now placed in the hands
of future generations.
She is a living record
of what can’t be found in history books.
She is history
that hasn’t been written yet.
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2 thoughts on “She Is History (3/30)

  1. “She is a living record
    of what can’t be found in history books.
    She is history
    that hasn’t been written yet.”

    Very thought provoking and wonderful poetry

    Like

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