Burned Tree

Did you think You were made of blood and bone, Daughter of the sky, When the women you came from, Dug the ground with their nails, And gave life to the stars? Do you forget, How your mother raised, Lions and jaguars, Slept of her feet, To break the ground in two, So you could walk? What wonder, Within a woman’s chest, When she can stand on her feet, Feed the world with one hand, And...