This mirror reflects my face
The spin of the Sun replicates my pace
The Moon guides me to my spot
Still I can't remember who I've forgot
Like the Orca born in the eternal hell
My waters have no story to tell
As the Pig bred on the industrial farm
My home is an altar to worship my harm
The Child born in the American Ghetto
Too desperate to empathize with the Mother in Soweto
Devoted daughter raised to honor Abraham as a father
She is trapped in that mirror & we've all forgot her
I see clearly all I've ever wanted to be
But will never see past my memory
When 10 billion Mothers are murdered & dead
Maybe then, at last, I'll reclaim my head
By then Her bones may have turned into dust
Becoming the surface of the whole Earth's crust
There I'll see in swamps, forests, fields, & the dirt
That one I've forgot & how much She was hurt
6/12/14
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Pretty decent poem; I enjoy. :)