As a girl I survived the best way I know how
I would run errands for the neighbor
In exchange for a small change or food

My body frame size, my wild big eyes
Were the sign of malnourished relived childhood?
Hunger and Malnutrition are not the same
But in the eyes of child are hidden meanings

I want to write something about that era in time
But do I want to relive those day with a poem?

We make the Memories, so sad but so relived
That small bowl of corn meal Cou cou meant a lot to me
To my mother it meant shaming the family name

The tall wild pine tree saves me, from revealing the truth
a full stomach  had given me time to think about what not to say
About eating the neighbor’s food:

The internet have gave me this amber jewelry to create
and go back in time..
To a place to make things right
.