twenty years
a generation
has passed
like a few breaths
and a walk through waist-high mud
gratitude and love abound.
twenty years
a generation
has passed
like a few breaths
and a walk through waist-high mud
gratitude and love abound.
Drums from Sergio Mendez announce my arrival
I samba past your white noise machine and
Wiggle my hips before your astonished face,
With each thrust of my hip, I say to you,
Take that! And that, too!
How dare you say you can’t imagine me dancing samba!
Can’t you see my light shines in all directions?
I pull faces out of wet clay.
I quilt remnants into epics.
I write. I teach. I inspire.
Now I’ll show you!
Shaking my shoulders,
Swinging my hips,
I lower myself to the floor with bent knees,
All the while, keeping my thighs closed.
You’ve seen Brazilians do this on TV, I’m sure.
So what if I am Filipina?
And an aging one at that!
Why would almond eyes and grey hair tell you what I cannot do?
My luminous light gyrates in all directions.