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Mixed Race – A Poem from Peru

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Mixed Race – A Poem from Peru

Do not provoke me

Dark shadow

That I still have strength

For more than one contest

Don’t think you won the war

[author title=”Ramina Herrera Arteaga” image=”https://sindhcourier.com/wp-content/uploads/2021/08/Ramina-Peru-Poetess-Sindh-Courier.jpg”]Ramina Herrera Arteaga, born in Luya, Amazonas, Peru in 1979, is a Business Administrator by profession. She graduated from the National University of Trujillo. Her poetry “Memories of Unborn” was published online by the magazine “Voices” of Spain. In 2006 it was included in the anthology “Caminos de Poesía” (Editorial Fund of the Provincial Municipality of Cajamarca. She has been awarded several prestigious recognitions for her writing.[/author]

 

Mixed Race

Do not provoke me

Dark shadow

That I still have strength

For more than one contest

Don’t think you won the war

Because you had an advantage battle

I’m still here

Standing

With my sincere universe

Beating more than ever

The lacerated body, yes,

But willing

For a new affront

My hands are ready

To throw themselves like swords

To defend what is mine

Recover my smile, boldness of life,

How stealthy you subtracted, by closing my eyes,

Vile liar

You will not be able to be with me anymore

I will no longer be your food

Product of my unbridled fears

I’m not alone anymore

I’m with me

Darning my ribs

And making peace with my mixed skin!

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MESTIZA     (Spanish)

No me provoques

fosca sombra

que aún me quedan fuerzas

para más de una contienda

no pienses que ganaste tú la guerra

porque tuviste una batalla de ventaja

sigo aquí

de pie

con mi universo sincero

latiendo más que nunca

el cuerpo lacerado, sí,

pero dispuesta

para una nueva afrenta

mis manos están prontas

a lanzarse como espadas

para defender lo que es mío

recuperar mi sonrisa, denuedo de vida,

que sigiloso substrajiste, al cerrar mis ojos,

vil embustero

ya no podrás más conmigo

no seré más tu alimento

producto de mis desenfrenados miedos

ya no estoy sola

estoy conmigo

zurciendo mis costillas

y haciendo las paces __ con mi piel mestiza.

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