That story that made you cry everytime you told it.
The one about how you got orphaned at age seven.
You saw your own mother die.
And how you missed her ever since.
How you quickly were borrowed out and became a servant for wicked relatives.
Who treated you bad.
Who made you a servant to their fair daughter( bastard bitch..i added this)..
And how your surviving father had become an alcoholic..
It hurt him you said, that his wife your mother, was gone.
So he took a new partner in the bottle forever.
Ay mi Chevo.
Eusebio Paz Bernal.
This poem is for you mami.
You deserve it.
You are precious hembra.
Oro molido.
Oro mio.
Oro del universo.
Adornate de oro mi reina.
Mi reina.
I like it now how I love that you became the light.
You became the four directions.
You are all the fires.
And now the earth again.
Momma how its all just and beautiful the way you always said it was.
You saw peace where there was torment.
You saw hope where there was uncertainty.
You said no coman ancias.
Do not despair.
Do not become impatient.
Be patient ay mas tiempo que vida.
You kept time like an elder should.
You showed me that indian way.
Pura india.
A secret between me and you.
All those lies they said..ha thats all they know how to do.
The liars.
You were the teacher of my lifeways.
I was so old when I detached because wasicu ways press hard and they make us seperate.
Now, we get the competition of who loved you more and who was there by you longest?!
Who gave you more, and who took less?
If they only knew those things never mattered to you.
Haha
"Lets laugh about nothing!"
"Vaamos mi Diana,ay que reirnos por nada!"
This poem goes on forever.
Its in the river until someone stops it from going on.
Tu sabes jefa.
The one about how you got orphaned at age seven.
You saw your own mother die.
And how you missed her ever since.
How you quickly were borrowed out and became a servant for wicked relatives.
Who treated you bad.
Who made you a servant to their fair daughter( bastard bitch..i added this)..
And how your surviving father had become an alcoholic..
It hurt him you said, that his wife your mother, was gone.
So he took a new partner in the bottle forever.
Ay mi Chevo.
Eusebio Paz Bernal.
This poem is for you mami.
You deserve it.
You are precious hembra.
Oro molido.
Oro mio.
Oro del universo.
Adornate de oro mi reina.
Mi reina.
I like it now how I love that you became the light.
You became the four directions.
You are all the fires.
And now the earth again.
Momma how its all just and beautiful the way you always said it was.
You saw peace where there was torment.
You saw hope where there was uncertainty.
You said no coman ancias.
Do not despair.
Do not become impatient.
Be patient ay mas tiempo que vida.
You kept time like an elder should.
You showed me that indian way.
Pura india.
A secret between me and you.
All those lies they said..ha thats all they know how to do.
The liars.
You were the teacher of my lifeways.
I was so old when I detached because wasicu ways press hard and they make us seperate.
Now, we get the competition of who loved you more and who was there by you longest?!
Who gave you more, and who took less?
If they only knew those things never mattered to you.
Haha
"Lets laugh about nothing!"
"Vaamos mi Diana,ay que reirnos por nada!"
This poem goes on forever.
Its in the river until someone stops it from going on.
Tu sabes jefa.
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