This is for my grandmother,
creator of life
who sacrificed her fragile frame
to carry this country in her womb
only to be excluded from their notions of perfect pictures
on account of her imperfect figure.
This is for my mother,
tower of strength
who abandoned her own identity
to carry this country on her back
only to be considered inferior by those who built legacies
on her foundation.
This is for me,
pillar of hope
who learned to master peace
to carry this country in the palms of my hands
despite the fact that it has turned its back on us
even after all we’ve done.
This is for my daughter,
agent of change who will remember our struggle
to carry this country into a better tomorrow
regardless of the obstacles that lie ahead.
Don’t let them turn their backs on us.
Build a legacy.
Paint a better picture.
Create a masterpiece.