The Resilient Path
In my veins runs an unholy communion, the rapist and raped.Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
My disfigured torso bruised by animal skins weeping with fluids of freedom.
Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
An alien on a distant shore filled with isolationalist rulers enjoying the fruits of my labor.
Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
A passenger on metal carriages to a land filled with crumbling bricks.
Yet I still Survive. Elegua Aché
Poked by sharp containers filled with the hot dark juice of false hope.
Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
Forced to sit in white halls filled with lock-boxes of knowledge.
Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
Required to sit on wooden planks washed with red lies.
Yet, I still Survive. Elegua Aché
I was born from the oppressor and the oppressed.
Created to thrive. Elegua Aché