Poema Marrón 

 

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

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On Breaking the Chains

 

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