Fireflies1 min 132 1 min 132
Her grace has a strength hidden in her scars,
The strength of the waters whose depths are not known,
The strength of the rains that hide in the seas.
Her smile has a pride born from those wars,
Those wars fought to free her tresses.
A pride that scatters jasmines on her sweat,
A pride that spills colors on her blood.
A fire she is who burns with breaths, breaths that leave their homes of doubts.
A fire that spreads on dark oils of dirt, that is poured on her from every mouth.
A fire that lights faces of truth, a fire whose hunger never ceases.