my people are the ground of this country.
their skin
like the ground that the pueblos of new mexico sit on.
their eyes, like mirrors
reflect the pain that they've gotten through.
their hands, rough and cracked
planted the first crops known to north america
simple and hearty.
my people give me strength and hope.
my people help me cope.
they keep me on my feet.
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PuisiHere's a collection of poems that currently describe my life :) Hope you all enjoy!
