I have taken all parts you have given:
your small brown feet and your mastery of words, the way you danced and the way you fed those you loved, adding salt to the molcajete, adding prayer to the skies: I practice every day, come good, come bad. come a revolt of words: i show my face

LThe world, a prison vast and wide,
Where restless souls are locked inside.
A gilded cage for just a few,
But chains and darkness for the crew.

Stress and hunger stain the air,
Poverty whispers in despair.
Silent cries of slavery’s weight,
Some rebel, but meet the same fate.

A few break free, or so they say,
Yet find new walls along the way.
Only the rare with patient breath,
Embrace the sentence until death.

For they await, with hearts at peace,
The higher realm where chains release.

Coriander on a small rotating counter rack
    Left foot first with a smile
         Unless there is a fire in which case get the
Emergency fire extinguisher and try to put the
Simmering fire of such a young girl's
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s  omewhere where it does not hurt

watching you
again
walking away
run
run
to her
and so
please
stop
talking like
you’re
coming back

there was
a turn
today
when my love
began
to decay