I am from a woman who could stand the wind, won the heat and
conquered the cold.
I am from silent untouched unpopular atmosphere,
From the stone road, wood house, still air and virgin society
I am from rice, boiled bananas, fresh fish water, wild mushrooms
I am from suffering, poverty, struggling life
I am from "never force someone to do what they don't want to"
From 'let struggle to be free,
From 'getting back our right'
I am from farmers, hunters and sailors.
I am from witnessing our families, villagers not guilty taken away
by our side.
I am from cows, buffaloes, goats, chicken, ducks, birds, deers.
I am from the sorrow sweetness
From what they call 'uneducated' nice people
My own is the happy smile of my mom, holding her hands at the last time.
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This is very nice poem, Ana !! I like it. It really show who you are, and where you come from. Keep posting more poem, articles, though, and on ...
ReplyDeleteThis is a very nice poem! You let me know who you are, Ana! I like the way you write. Keep writing my friend :)
ReplyDeletewe want more.....hahaha...after a year..! Finally, I get the poem here.
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