THE ONE WITH CLAWS

What you carry quietly

and on your back,

weighs on your face

and leaves you without hope.

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Words are lacking

and so  does will,

and in the weight of the loads

souls are lost.

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Scared and spasmed you go

because in each step is the load.

The weight that creates a hole

and feels like a dry stick

you only see inside

because on the outside,

it looks like poverty.

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With head down and quiet

used to himself,

his walking and feelings,

the mestizo goes  submissive

to the workday;

feeling learned from parents

traumatized and cowards,

who lost their virtue at the point of the sword

and so on  to their roots  they turn their backs.

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Resilience, resilience!

say the voices of society

that do not carry the weight of history,

this misfortune that they see from a distance,

these pains in our memories,

They only know from reports and stories.

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Meanwhile time passes

and we get convenced

that the trinkets we have

is the justice we deserve.

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But the one with claws throws herself,

to the ring to  fight  for a life that motivates her,

plans, organizes and activates herself,

lives more than her wounds,

she creates power and break down barriers,

she lives a dignified life that inspires,

she falls and rises like a mountain range

because inside her she carries mother earth.