Nancy Morejón Quotes

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My mother had the handkerchief and the song
to cradle my body's deepest faith,
and hold her head high,
banished queen—
She gave us her hands, like precious stones,
before the cold remains of the enemy.

Nancy Morejón

Daughter of ocean waters
asleep in that womb
I am reborn.

Nancy Morejón

This is the land where I suffered
mouth-in-the-dust and the lash.
I rode the length of all its rivers.
Under its sun I planted seeds, brought in the crops,
but never ate those harvests.
A slave barracks was my house,
built with stones that I hauled myself.
While I sang to the pure beat of native birds.
I rose up.

Nancy Morejón

I am at the window.
I know there is someone.
I know that a woman is flaunting my flesh and bones;
That she has sought me in her weary bosom
And that she finds me lost and in constant movement.
The night is buried under our skins.

Nancy Morejón

The heart of the city has not yet died
for us need never die.

Nancy Morejón