Friday, April 11, 2014

Mis Bellas Raíces My Beautiful Root


Mis bellas raíces
My beautiful roots
they flow like the air
they spread across my body
they trace back hundreds of years
being watered in the present
and extend for hundred of years to come.

I come from a small little country
it shapes the rhythm of my hips
It shapes my attitude,
and my intelligence.
A country that went through civil war and
pushed my loved ones to escape to the
“land of opportunities.”

I come from a country
covered in green and red Quetzal feathers.
A country that to many looks and feels like
paradise. This is the country that
shapes my heart;
it has taught me to give and receive love.
It has taught me to never give up
and stand up for what I believe in.
A country in which the person that gave life
to me was born.

I come from
an indescribable love
that grows day after day.
The same way a flower blooms
as the sunlight and water feeds it.
This is the love that shapes my beliefs.

I come from diversity
defined as a variety of beliefs,
points of views, opinions,
places, and teachings.
A diversity that was pieced together
and made me one.

Mis bellas raíces
My beautiful roots
they flow like the air
they spread across my body
they trace back hundreds of years
being watered in the present
and extend for hundred of years to come.

Within me is a beautiful
woman who shapes my
strength and determination.
She traces
My native roots that spread across
my body.

Within me is the spirit of a Pipil woman.
The creators of the famous
pupusas.
The ones who speak
Nahuatl.
Who were determined to
NOT let their independence,
their freedom,
be taken away.

Within me is the legacy of the Mayans.
Architects of a beautiful civilization
who stayed strong
until the end.

Tecunuman resides among them.
where the Quetzal comes from.
The creators of the inventions that
you and I use today.

Beautiful woman
with many values to shares.
She is not indian but indigenous
mayan, pipil, mayan, pipil
both run through her veins.
MAYAN AND PIPIL!

Mis bellas raíces
My beautiful roots
they flow like the air
they spread across my body
they trace back hundreds of years
being watered in the present
and extend for hundred of years to come.

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