| I was a child when we met
distant relative.
Sister of resentment
daughter of fear
death's lover.
At times you showed up in my yard
and took over the game.
You came unexpectedly.
and became assiduous.
You built a nest in my house
and told us we were yours.
Now you live among us.
You disguise your self as a mother
or dress of honor and freedom.
You have enslaved us.
But our family is numerous.
There are other relatives.
The daughter of immortality,
a cousin of meaning
and a friend of joy.
Because they are light they seem absent
but keep nest in our center.
Wrapped in a cape I have seen them
and understood their quiet strength,
that appears when needed.
Gather up the family!
Let us trek to the depths to invoke their presence!
Let them spring from our breast
and free this abducted home today!
Patricia Rios - NYC, October 2001
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