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Ancient Eyes
You little sister,
the one with watery brown eyes.
The one with hair that reflects night.
You are beautiful.
Your body doesn't reveal who you truly are.
It only reveals the bad intention inside
the hearts of men.
Men who want you to hate who you truly
are inside.
So you fall prey.
Covering your face with masks.
Masks that reveal nothing but insecurity.
Can't you see?
They want you to see someone else in the
mirror when you stare.
Not the reflection of rivers and valleys
but abandoned buildings and alleys.
Not blue skies nor florez de nopal.
But smog and broken down cars.
But you are beautiful.
Your skin
brown as the eagle who blessed you
at birth.
Rosy cheeks
like tunas over a prickly cactus
See yourself as a humble woman del campo
There is no shame in loving where you come from.
For shame makes you forget
your mother, father i hermanos
Your ancestors
the heritage they blessed you with
are then traded in for illusions.
For black words on a white board
that become erased with time.
With age.
You forget your name,
your voice,
your beautifulness.
But, you sister,
you are beautiful.
Dressed in feathers, moccasins, deer skins
and colored beads.
For the Aztec blood which once fed the sun
runs through your veins
So see yourself through the eyes of the
ancient who raised pyramids towards the
sky.
Through the eyes of those who built
cities over lakes.
See yourself beautiful
And beautiful
you will forever
remain.
✖
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