When I stepped into the River OsünThe tears flowedAnd didn’t stop for a weekLike tidalick my tears floodedA small tree grewThe Earth shookI was grieving not just for meBut my Mamãe, abuela, cousin, humxnkindMaybe my skin does not show my ancestryBut my pores speak of a sadnessA rape, a pillage, a murder so invasiveThat every […]