when she made me my trencitas.
As I struggle through
roles I cannot endure,
Woman,
Chicana
Mother, wife
I see the gnarled, swollen
hands of my ama,
quietly making
her tortillas
tempranito en la ma�ana.
As I struggle to understand
to seek answers to
fill the voids,
the needs
in my life,
I feel the strength of my mama
Cuando se iba al fil
y en la noche
volvia cansada
A mas trabajo.
And from the images
of the strength of my raices
I FEEL,
I AM,
CHICANA
And I will continue to survive.