Ma, Cómo estás?
Her vibrant voice expresses a pure joy I have yet to know
Miles and miles away she textures my energy flow
Her eloquent expressions assured me she was a great orator in a past life
But here, she’s had to reserve her power in abeyance
She senses the betraying emotion of her silence
It’s a punishment to have an articulate delivery, but no venue site
Like a performer with no audience, prohibited
She’s found comfort in proclaiming, No English!
No engli—shhhhhhh
Perhaps to hide her cry from the power she’s relinquished
It sits with me
Her presence diminished
J.Mar
