You drew me once It feels like forever ago You were able to capture all the curves of my face You knew me like no other You looked at my face with love in your eyes I gave you a genuine smile because you truly made me happy
Now you no longer draw me I am not your muse But I can only hope that the next girl you draw feels the love I felt I want you to capture her face with your pencil perfectly Make her smile Make her as happy as I was
I remember how beautiful the morning sun looked when it peaked through the coconut trees I remember the sound of the birds perched upon the ifit tree I remember where latte stones stood tall as it had been for centuries I remember the color green that took me in its arms like my mother I remember the sound of the wind that made the trees dance like my father
Now I see no coconut trees waiting for the morning sun I hear no birds I see no latte stones I see no green I feel no wind making the trees dance All I see is grey
Saina forgive us Forgive us for letting the white man continue to steal our lands Forgive us for teaching the children his language and teaching them CHamoru "when we have the time" Forgive us for allowing our sacred lands to be bulldozed by the soldiers Forgive us for not defending the culture you died for Forgive us for not asking for your guidance Forgive us for not venturing to the sites of the lattes and giving offerings Forgive us Saina for we your children were tricked by the white man
When you call someone Saina (sigh-na) in my culture it is referring to someone who is your elder. The latte (la-tee) are stone pillars used to build huts on.
what is it like to wake up and feel beautiful in the mirror what is it like to do something without thinking twice what is it like to be with the person you have longed for what is it like to make someone proud what is it like to be confident what is it like to not be afraid of rejection
I have faced these questions every single day for the past 16 years of my life and still have not found an answer