Guest Post, from Jenny Christensen.
It’s become normal…living with Mayan’s. We’re beginning to see them no differently. They’re simply our neighbors, our friends. Sure, they dress a little different than women in the United States…but this poem gives a little clue into who we’re truly seeing them as…
She carries her livelihood on her head
So her family can be fed
So simple, but beautiful
She carries her child on her side
When she leaves, he always cries
So simple, but beautiful
The colors on her clothes
Speak of a story never told
But if you ask her, she’d freely give it
She knows she’s misunderstood
-that most say she’s no good
But lately, she believes it
So sit by her and talk awhile
ask her how she’s been
She’ll most definitely give a smile
Because she knows that she’s been seen
And she’ll remember that she’s worth knowing
So simple, but beautiful
