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~