Luce, Mujer
Luce, mujer.
Because I can’t see your eminence
while you're crushing and washing out your gem
in never ending rivers full of cautioning ink.
Ruby, I wouldn’t
think to hold it against you, but I do
yearn for your shine in this pasty nude
of a world that had the time
to take mine to the banks years ago.
Luce, mujer
Because I can’t see you when you’re grey
and ashen and buffered for fear that enough
earned attention might offer the means
to pulverize you.
Opal, rise, and I do too
to worship you and your guiding light.
And out of this pasty nude of a world, we will be.
Houston, Texas based writer. Born to immigrant parents from Central America. Most of Florina Rivera's writing focuses on queer and working class Latina women trying to make it day by day. Pronouns: She/Her/Hers