My brown skin
won’t stop shining,
my brown hands
won’t stop creating,
my mind, my own,
will always dream.
DREAM
•••
Mi piel marrón
no para de brillar,
mis manos morenas
no paran de crear,
mi mente, la mía,
siempre sueña.
SUEÑA
I write with mi lengua. Words. Verdades.
I decorated them with the silence some of us
have.
Lo visto with courage.
Someone needs to begin.
It would be me.
—On breaking the chains