Witnessing the Women Who Love Me

My sister dresses me in yellow.

“You have to be strong”

 

She feeds me honey, vanilla, piña, y mango.

“Don’t cry for no man”

 

She bathes me in bodak yellow’s affirmations.

“And I’m quick cut a niqqa off so don’t get comfortable”

 

She buys me flowers and a pastelito.

“Do you want un jugito?”

 

She gifts me the sun

She gifts me calm

She gifts me a happy

 

She reminds me of

Grandma’s,

Mom’s,

And her wisdom:

 

“Son todos iguales”

“No vale la pena”

“Let it go”

 

 

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