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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4438 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Las Mujeres Treezaa (T.E. Ballard) We are white bone one next to the other. We are the same, our covering, pattern of skin, fabric of braid. We are different, dust falling through hands, a small bud of what we believe ourselves to be. The children ask for a baby, a brother, a sister, they say I may choose. El dios bendice a ni–os para ellos no entiende. God bless the children for they do not understand. I am giving birth only to myself covered in red, there is a small opening, a place to set my teeth. Mujeres-- I am woman, one who must enter the world twice. Que es la śnica maner. It is the only way. My lover is lemon, the taste of light picked from a tree. She is clear water, reflection, a love, color of plums, sweet sugar and this is how it flows out of me-- seed, tiny seed. I am pomegranate, soy mujer, we are the same. |
