The mothers in my family move mountains
Pull up the sun
Draw back the moon
And daydream about sunny days in the Spanish villas where the smell of oranges get stuck under your nose
The mothers in my family swallow
Words
Knives
Tears
Show no emotions because it’s too early to tell whether it is worth their energy or not
The mothers in my family become rubber bands
Arms so long
They make sure no one gets left behind and if they fall
gravity is no such thing
The mothers in my family sing to the moon
Talk to flowers
Let the wind take them by the hand
And even then, they end up knocking on God’s door
The mothers in my family know how to read eyes
Invite you over for coffee and with one look
Can tell you your future before you even know yourself
They can tell you are going to be successful by the way your shoulders carry your head
The mothers in my family brush my hair
They brush and offer ideas and motivation and dreams so they can cling onto my loose strands
I will later say “Hey, I thought about what you said”
And she will look at me and say “I know”
The mothers in my family fed me so much culture
They imprinted my identity into my soul
I can get backhanded for daring to forget who i am
Like they didn’t work on me being my best self and to treat myself how I do not deserve would be disrespectful to us all
The mothers in my family have fought
Against stigmas
Rumors
Running currents and long forgotten futures
But they stand bared footed in soil that smells like mint
They watch the roots intertwine with the Earth and call it home
The mothers in my family are home