Mujer Fuerte
Two important parts of being a writer are looking closely and listening carefully and showing what you see and hear.
These are especially important when you are trying to show all that’s human in the people around you.
Here’s an example after meeting with a mamí of one of my Latinx students today.
Her arms and legs are the branches of a tree, the branches close to the trunk, thick and strong, able to carry heavy things.
Her hair is the dark sky at new moon.
Her brown eyes are the deep earth, yet they carry the soft light of stars at night.
The wrinkles around her eyes aren’t the wrinkles of age and time, but the wrinkles of worry and hardship, lines that shouldn’t be on the face of someone so young.
Her voice is very quiet.
She says little, but when she does say something, she says a lot.
Her hands and feet are calloused and worn, yet gentle and warm, against the life she lives, and for the life she gives.
She has a beautiful heart.
She has an ingenious mind.
She is a wonderful person.
She is a courageous woman.
She is a hero.
She is human.
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