Metztli and her Heart of Darkness

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Submitted: December 30, 2018

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Don’t blame me for my darkness,

blame your lust, 

your craving of perfection. 

Darkness lies within my eyes,

within my hair,

within my soul,

and it will remain there...

It makes me remember, 

That my skin has the color of my land 

Land bathed with blood

Blood from my brothers and sisters 

children of the corn,

children of Tlaloc,

Their life,

Their dreams,

were drained 

by the wishes of lustful, unmerciful men

It makes my chest explode,

pieces of my heart scattered all over the place

I feel the rage of those emerald volcanoes

who couldn’t protect their people

 

In my mouth, the spanish tongue

Cervantes, 

Becquer,

Lorca,

Borges,

Neruda and his inmortal verses

García Marquez speaks to me

Dalton claiming for justice 

Mistral and her death sonnets

I look at them

every word of their verses

of their stories

covers every single cell of my body...

 

I don’t blame my own darkness

I don’t blame my failure

or my past

God made me like this 

and I couldn’t be more grateful,

even if the world does not like it ...


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