Poemas Grito de Mujer 2014 Toronto Canada

Poemas de Grito de Mujer 2014 Toronto, Canada. Coordinado por Amaluna del colectivo Friends of the PoeTree.

AmaLuna

The woman who walks in these shoes

is a woman of corn and peace,

with the sweetness of sugar cane in her veins,

a woman with the dark- tone of the land

the woman who walks in these shoes

is a woman of love

a woman of courage

a woman whose aroma

is as sweet as

the coffee plantation in bloom

the woman who walks in these shoes

is a woman whose body carries

the geography of her land

the mountains

the streams

the curves of the

dangerous roads

and the secret caves

the woman who walks in these shoes

is a woman whose body rhythm swings

as the wind playing with the sugar field

in a Saturday afternoon

the woman who walks in these shoes

is a woman of CHOICE

a woman with VOICE

a woman who fights for the freedom

of her land

the woman who walks in these shoes

is the woman whose song I want to sing

is the woman whose hand I want to hold

and walk fearless to express the love

under the sun or under the stars

the woman who walks in these shoes

celebrates the seed of life within her

dancing  to the beat of African drums

at the hands of the mother land.

The woman who walks in these shoes

Is her, you, me and all of us, heroines

of our times!

Teresa Barrotti

Grito de mujer

No trates de que yo cambie

No trates de doblegarme

Ya no soy varita al viento

Soy el grito de un regimiento

Hoy, hoy me rebelo

Y denuncio tu maltrato

Soy mujer, si, mujer

Yo no soy tu trapo.

Denuncio esta situación pecaminosa

No fingiré mas como si todo

Fuera color rosa

No llorare como una dolorosa

Yo saldré airosa

¿Porque quieres matarme?

Por ser tú un infame

Mi sangre se derrama

¡Mírame! Soy tu amante esposa

Una elegante mariposa

Una Piedra preciosa

Soy mujer, soy Diosa

De mirada luminosa

Con ropa nueva o andrajosa

Siempre me veo vistosa

Así tenga cabellera negra o canosa

Soy una mujer valiosa

Tengo lengua premiosa

Y canto  notas cadenciosas

Soy una planta olorosa

Una fruta gustosa

Una criatura mimosa

Soy mujer, soy diosa

Cántame en versos y prosa

Y báñame  en agua de rosas.