Jul 17, 2012

That's when she reaches for her revolver

Because you are as you are
the hand unbuckled, a poem of ammunition around your waist
Lady fighter, why are the children in so much pain?
For the people who have suffered, you will always be brave.
Surrounded by a river
Erotic appetite 
the earth will imitate you
and rage, a beautiful fire.
"I say nothing, my gun speaks for me
as well as brush and paint.
Oh luscious Mexico
I dream of you even though
I am dead.
I am expanding on the wings of freedom,
and even though we all die
the earth will continue to live (oh how I loved the earth;dirt and water)
and I in my beauty
a celebration of love and pain."
~For Frida~

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