Made out of corn, I am a woman with the color of the soil
I close my eyes and see images of my people,
my people with the color of the cacao
I feel my ancestors in my veins,
I see paths that help understand
where they have gone.
Where are those eyes dark as the sky at night and
those enchanting tunes in their dialect.
I am a woman made out of corn with color of the soil
I came from the forest of the enchanted Tikal
where my ancestors, men of the Jaguar
adorned temples with incense and blood.
Tikal is my land and I am a woman made out of corn
with the color of the soil and eyes
as dark at the sky at night.
My home, land of the Jaguar and El Quetzal
where souls stayed in the mystic forest.
where tunes can be listened at night
in the wind of what is left of a
one that stays timeless
one that reminds me of my past
I am a mayan woman.
Dedicated to my Guatemalan people so we don't forget
those beautiful roots where we came from and have
Born in Guatemala in 1977.
I left Guatemala at age 13
High school guaduate, Journalism,
literature and english courses
at E.L.A.C., L.A.C.C. and L.A.
Trade Tech C.C.