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Iam
Amapolas
Chrysanthemums
Guanábana
And the tender meat of ripe mangoes.
 
My skin have bathe in crimson roses
And birth life
In a jungle
Of impossibilities.
 
This body have
Rebirth scars
That lacerated the souls of thousands of warriors
Like an amazon
I fought my right
To caress my wounds
And seed the pain
In kisses
Engulf in the aroma of orchids.
 
I breathe cinnamon
&
Acerola
Sweet coconut milk travels through my veins.
 
Iam
Spicy peppers
Marinated in the warm
Sweet oil
Of ancient olives.
 
Iam rhythms
Of
Conga
Timbales
Bongos and clave
Remeneando
Manos
Hombros
Piernas
Caderas
Muslos
Ancient movements
Encrypted
In every cellular DNA strand.
Yemaya is my mother
But
My spirit is thunder.
 
I create universes
One at a time.
 
Iam the daughter
Sister
Grandmother
Lover
Of every dream
At any time.
 
Iam what Iam
 
A unique
And
Extraordinary
Woman.

© Carmen Barduguez-Brown. Published by permission in Centro Voices on 10 April 2015.

Centro Voices (ISSN: 2379-3864).
The views expressed here are those of the author and not necessarily those of Centro Voices, the Center for Puerto Rican Studies or Hunter College, CUNY.