NydiaO

You don't look Mexican people often say...                                                 How does a Mexican look like?                                                                                  I wonder...

My DNA attests Spanish and Native roots; 
a Mestiza confection  with Italian, and Ashkenazi roots
What am I supposed to look like?                     
All I can think of is...me!            

Through my core, ancient rivers flow                                                       relentlessly...                                                                                                            My  eyes have seen the sun rise in its longest days, and set                                 into copal - scented darkness

Trees are my friends                                                                                            Birds know me                                                                                                  Color spills from my pores splashing everything I touch                                                                     My voice rattles egos with uneven beat                                                           Never soft or slow 

The sun recognizes me; 
Loves me so much it can kill me... 
softly like a long lost love

I feel ancient, ageless Earth, my body, and the horizon my bliss and Zion

My heart beats to the rhythm of the drum- the huehuetl – and my soul sings like a native flute.

Here, there, my moot