Self portrait 2007

I wrote the following poem for my creative writing class last year. I thought I'd share it.

Self portrait 2007

Made by hand
from people who knew how to survive in a place
where life is worth 50 cents a day.
Working hands shaped me
so that I could sing and bring about storms,
so that I could tell the stories of rain
and maybe give you peace
while you fall asleep.

And the sounds of my heart will pretend to be rain.
A heart filled with rocks,
or beads,
or beans,
or who knows what.

For I am a souvenir of nations
from where I will bring stories,
stories of rain.

BEG