Rhino Poetry Session, 04/01/2009

My Very Own Aztec Warrior
Evilet Diaz (mentee)

In the past you were a sister I didn’t know
Connected by blood, kept apart by age
Your style was foreign to me
Mean chola status, like your sharp lip liner, big argollas de oro,
War paint for your every day war pain

Now you are not just my sister,
You’re the person I turned to in all things
The mother to my heart
I watched as you became a
hardworker,
independent,
strong,
educated,
woman.
You’re the nani to my lilo
Okana