Sacred Woman
Woman of grass, woman of sun,
bird woman;
raise your hands and protect the times
of life and death.
Pray for us and ours,
cleanse the land
where we walk, the eyes
that looks upon us, and the blood
that sleeps in our hearts.
Speak to the copal1, the rue and the ocote2,
speak to the sacred that sleeps
in the sky and the mountain.
Wind woman, make an offering for us
and care for the world’s destiny.
Translated by Andrea Cerón
Flawless
To My Mother
I fulfilled it all impeccably.
I carried out the duties expected
of a young lady; I refrained
from raising my voice and scorning
the proper ways of your realm.
I posed for the portrait
of the model provincial daughter.
I obeyed all your commands,
more out of fear than conviction.
You know I was the best of them all.
Children are the crown of their parents,
you would repeat, as both praise and decree,
while judging everything around you.
Do not ask. Do not reproach.
Do not blaspheme.
Do not give your body to anyone before marriage.
Prohibition was the very marrow of your laws.
But I needed to unveil the mystery.
I’d been a caged beast,
and when I felt the warmth of the sun,
I let it wash over me.
I ate the apple,
and in its taste I found my delight.
I know full well that now
I’m everything you’re ashamed of,
a mark of scandal
that offends you by its mere mention.
Nothing remains of the girl you shaped.
And after all, Mother,
what you call rebellion, failure, and debauchery,
I call free will,
the balancing of the scales.
Translated by Kevin Holmes
1 Resin from a tree, used traditionally in indigenous ceremonies in Mesoamerica.
2 A stick from a tree used in a way similar to copal.
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