marked

Never write with pencil,
m’ija.
It is for those
who would
erase.
Make your mark proud
and open,
Brave,
beauty folded into
its imperfection,
Like a piece of turquoise
marked.

Never write
with pencil,
m’ija.
Write with ink
or mud,
or berries grown in
gardens never owned,
or, sometimes,
if necessary,
blood.

Carmen Tafolla

This poem was taken from Tafolla’s Sonnets to Human Beings
Her latest collection is Sonnets and Salsa