I was born on a mat
I was born on a mat dried coconut leaves woven by the hands of my ancestors; the great heirs of the earth’s dust.
I am a farmer’s daughter The walls of my dreams were burgled before I realized I was dreaming…
I have the command over mountains Over fields and fruit bearing trees.
I am the smoke that rises up to shoo the pests on the flowers My hands, they reflect the soil
From my first breath up to the present The scent of solitude…of penitence., has never left the tip of my nose,
I'’ve worked like an animal; Skipping meals for six dollars an hour, Hiding my tears when I wanted to cry; Tied my tongue when I wanted to speak,
I am like the shadow in the night No one has spoken of my bitterness, Nobody saw my pains. I’ve been in hell once in a while-
Don’t talk to me about the worst I am a daughter of poverty.
What hardships have I yet to taste?
--I am happily married to Stewart Sloan.:)Most of my works were published in Human Rights and Culture,an e-publication of the Asian Human Rights Commission,Shetizen journalist WUNRN and other websites.
Painting the sad faces of life in the form of poetry