Las hermanas, Yanely Espinal

by Rocio Bravo '10, M.A. '11

These eyes see more than you might think, for they hold secrets no one knows. And if hurt, exchange tears for a blink.

You would see that if detached from my body, my heart is like ore, for it has been torn apart. But continues beating even stronger than before.

These abs are really made of metal, you see, for they have taken life's punches. Never too scared to flee.

And these hips are more than bone, for they have learned to dance without music. And have danced alone.

These knees, scarred and all, are really made of rock, for they have supported me when I could not stand. And transformed my crawl into a walk.

And these feet, these feet are made of gold, for despite it all, they've marched with a steady stride. Always ready, always bold.