Mothering A Pinay

When she is older
I will speak to her
of beauty,
that fat is not a slur
but a necessity,
biologically.

When she is older
I will explain
melanin diversity,
amber and tawny,
copper, rosy, onyx,
and calla lily.

When she is older
I will gift to her
the shade of the coconut trees,
the salt of the Sulu Sea,
her ancestors’
elegies.

When she is older
she will know
the islands
where her blood was born
and where her vast and fearless
heart calls home.

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