11:30 P.M. 03/31/2017
It takes a whole village to raise a child.
That child may become a hunter,
But in that same village,
There is a chief who was once a child
And the chief is a jack of all trades
From angry words,
You are told truth.
From the struggle and the damage,
You are even more beautiful.
From the overcast,
You appreciate the clear skies.
From surviving a bullet wound,
Your skin will grow thicker.
From the ashes,
You are reborn.
You should have hit me so hard that I couldn’t get up.
You should have left me dead.
Just not bleeding out to death or else that would have been an inconvenience to clean up….
Honestly, I have to thank you.
You almost won.
Because of the sole fact that I got up,
Because of the fact that you could not break me,
Because of the fact that I am turning the poison you gave me into medicine;
This will be your own undoing.
Karma will take care of her job
There’s a reason why karma is always referred to as a woman.
You have ignited the revolution that was nesting inside of my soul
You set me on fire and didn’t expect to be burned by it
This fire will be impossible to stomp out
You, your children, your children’s children will feel
The Greek gods gave fire to humans
And instantly regretted it because
Fire is light and warmth,
But fire will burn down century-old forests
The true essence of leadership stems from the compassion
And genuine care of others.
A leader has an open ear
And protects their pack
Empowers them, not degrade them
General foremen stay true and build with their co-workers,
Not tear them down.
A leader will be shoveling the dirt,
A boss will be clean and pristine.
I yearn for the roosters as my alarm,
The smell of fresh masa,
Families preparing their children for school.
I have a profound respect for those husbands who bear the workload that is from the sun up to sundown,
Wives that carry the tasks of raising children, nursing the elderly,
Feeding the mouths of the household, and
Washing the clothing by hand.
But most importantly, I yearn for the familiarity of a life
Not many people, that live outside of my pueblo, care to acknowledge
My culture is my prized treasure
And I am possessive, protective, unrelenting.
I will continue to do so because of the love and appreciation
I have for the roots of my mother
Fight or Flight
Cactuses are spikes, thorns, and needles
Meant to prick the beholder
Yet this being said,
Nothing that can penetrate the talons of an eagle
Serpents are poisonous and cunning
A serpent is a sentence of death to most,
Yet the eagle perches on the cactus overpowering the serpent.
Renowned for the keen sight,
Massive hooked bill,
And extensive, broad wings;
Eagles are birds of prey.
One of the most dangerous species since they rule the skies
And choose their battles.
The petals of a flower wither
But the stem does not abandon the flower as a whole