Por soleá
I walk with
Dignity.
My feet press into
the earth;
I feel the
inner and outer
edges
of their soles.
I harness the
power
of the ground,
the roots -
my roots.
I walk with
Dignity.
I feel the
heaviness
of my bones,
pulled
down
By gravity.
The sludge
inside
my organs
slows me.
And yet,
I walk with
Dignity.
She carries me
when my feet
cannot.
I walk with
Dignity.
I ride the notes
of her guitar.
I float upon
the ayeo
of her voice.
I walk with
Dignity.
I feel the
potential
inside my bones,
the infinite
possibility
of marrow.
I walk with
Dignity.
When I sink,
Dignity
lifts me.
I float on
her
current.
My ethereal breath
flows
over her waves.
I walk with
Dignity.
My arms
carve
through the
resistance
surrounding me.
I walk with
Dignity.
An explosion,
a splash.
Rhythm convulses.
My heart pounds
in its cavernous
home.
I walk with
Dignity.
When I lose my center,
when I take two steps
backward
for every step
forward,
when pain
oversaturates,
when grief
overflows,
I walk with
Dignity.
Tear me down.
Dignity picks me up.
Push me aside.
Dignity takes
my hand and leads.
Tell me I’m less than…
And,
I walk with
Dignity;
I walk
por soleá.
