I Am From Blood Sophie

Diaz

I am from smoke-filled air and throbbing joints. I am born of bloody love.

All blood is cursed with luck.

The prayers, faith, promises of my blood, A miracle for a thrice miscarried womb.

The three half-bloods have never halved their love.

Love only knows one form, For love is a circle.

Blood dictates nothing to those who open their heart. For the blood of the covenant is thicker than the womb’s waters. The scent and taste of handmade tamales fill my heart.

Overwhelmed by my senses, my eyes and tongue water, And my body is tantalizingly close to being sated. The rough, calloused hands prepare the ingredients, The softer,well-worked wrap everything together.

As stories and laughter swarm the smoke-filled room, Looking at my angels and am reminded of my creation.

I am from prayers and love, Smoke and joints,

The loved and lost forever live within. The voices of those seen and the unseen are divided by a barrier Despite a lack of understanding, they are heard. My history is so long lost.

It means nothing.

I am more than forgotten history.

I am bloody love.