If you choose

to be a student

anyone or anything

           can

be your teacher.

A girl child
when born
to a family

is

either
seen as

a

burden to be
disposed of

or

too precious a treasure
kept hidden for protection

but

not once considered
as a human being.

I sat in my living room, talking to Death
“Why are you not afraid of me?” he said
I looked him in the eyes and spoke
“I’m not scared to die — my heart already broke”

He gently lifted his head, and I saw
In his eyes, a pain — an emotion so raw
He looked at me and said through teary eyes:
“Once, my love, there will be peace and no more silent cries"

I cried and screamed, “Why not now? Why not today?”
He touched my hand and looked in a peaceful, kind way
“My dear, your life isn’t done, it hasn’t even really begun
You don’t live, but just exist. Please, my dear, try to live

Tan solo por una frontera
Y ser de piel morena.
No podrás ver el ultimo sol
De tu querida vieja.

You can't cross still,
For your back is wet.
But you're mother is ill,
With her you're in debt.

A tu madre
Le cuentan los días,
Pero serias capaz
De dejar a tus crias?

Tan solo dejaste a tu madre
Por amor a tus hijas.
Tan solo las dejaras
Por amor a tu madre.

A lump in your throat,
As you try to decide.
How will you cope
With this new life?

Malditos papeles.
That we shouldn't need
Malditos cárteles.
That are full of greed.

Malditos los malditos
Que no son coherentes.
Tan solo, tan solo, tan solo,
Quiero estar con mi gente.