Mixed Bloods

Lightning struck,

Oh what energy you have,

Yet of pariente deprived.

Longing for one whose feelings does hide,

Bruised by past wars,

With what’s left you’re stuck,
Snowy froze,

Paled in by the winds,

To much of regarded sins,

In a land quenched by brew,

Only desiring warmth,

So in place thou arth ,
Winds breeze,

Through her lioness mane.

Wrapping the zapotecan frame,

Tuned by Spanish colonization,

Her eyes on the motherland’s treasure,

Honey sweet from their pleasure.  


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