Doña

                                                            by Jasmine Zavala 

                                  By a kiss on the cheek you can taste her pain 

                                 A hug you can feel her strength getting weaker 

                                And a stare in her eyes you can see the horror of her past.

                                          She wakes up at 5:30 am to start her day 

                                She makes lunch for her husband and kids

                                         But never for herself.

                   She gets ready for work , while she prays a Padre Nuestro

                                    By 5:55 am she’s out the door

                  Ready to suffer for 3.99 dollars for every hour she feels like giving up.

                        She’s a wise woman wiser than the oldest flower in a garden

                                        Of a wise old man.