SEED OF LIGHT AND LIFE

The light is outside
and also the force,
we don't see them inside;
we see the tiredness
and despair.

In our center,
there is the inertia to transmute oppression,
to build dreams
that we feed with effort,
without knowing that our determination
is born from the internal fire:
that scares us
and that hardly anyone can hold.

Is that we do not know
what we are made of.
They never told us
that we are creation of the universe,
We do not come from the white God.
We are the original peoples!
and we carry with us
seeds of light and life,
divine appearance,
brotherhood of corn and joy
blessed strength
that takes up its destiny,
and walks.

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​Poem: Seed of  light and life

Written by: Joanne Mina

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