Malinche Reborn

moon faced woman
eyes of earth brown
seeking wisdom in writing
dreamt of big fat rat
grabbing, tearing her throat
throwing premonition away
she danced & twirled
under the lunar light

daughter of darken caves
daughter of buried secrets

tossing caution warnings
like white petaled flowers on
morning dew grass
secure well hidden she thought
her forest of curtained emotions
lured enticed like her ancient ancestor
by flour faced creatures
only to be found out discovered
in the morning light
wet by forest tears
morning moisture brands her
she stands betrayed
a traitor to herself

she is malinche.

— Helen Silvas (1988)

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