i tell you that
it's ridiculous
i should be ashamed
of my small monolids
and my olive, yellowish skin
that people should be ashamed
of their curly springs
and skin like rich soil
that people should be ashamed
of hooked noses and almond eyes
curly springs remind me of the resilience
of their ancestors
the stories painted onto their backs
that no book with spines can bear
their skin is beautiful,
like the dark soil of the earth
that mothers the most beautiful flowers
it reminds me of home, reminds me
of mother earth, reminds me of the
first springs after a wildfire.
hooked noses show determination.
i see fire and pride in these noses
pointed, rising, toward the sky.
even the sky is not the limit.
almond eyes remind me of coffee
remind me of the conviction it
takes to rise out of bed and live
a life sometimes you don't want to live.
almond eyes remind me of warmth,
of love, of failures sinking and turning to
stepping stones,
hope floats.
and let me tell you about my country,
where my ancestors are.
let me tell you about my country
that i know more intimately than any other.
let me tell you how passionate
we are, let me tell you how hardworking we are
let me tell you how we break our heart
and souls for our goals. let me tell you that
our successes did not come easily. let me
tell you that my ancestors toiled from dawn
to night bent over rice paddies trying to
make something out of nothing. let me tell you
how they worked under rain and sun, let me tell
you how they braved leeches, let me tell you how
meticulously they controlled each factor
because rice doesn't simply grow because someone
wants it to grow. let me tell you what we have

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Poesíapoetry by a painter who now paints her art in words "we tread too loudly, too violently on our earth. we smear our dark, ugly night all over the canvas and call it art." #80 in poetry [12/22/16] | © 2016 lookforthatlight