If I am to die by the bullet of a madman, I will do so smiling, with no anger in me. - Mahatma Gandhi

Point of view- La Llorona

And how is it that my tragedy has been turned into myth? one that has made me into a frightening, abhorrent thing - to be reviled and who remembers my beauty? who mentions him? - my betrayer and defiler he,- the true monster. And why doesn't anyone speak of my once innocence my vulnerability taken forever - by him? Yes, I killed my children and yes, I am sentenced to weep throughout eternity - not just for them, - mis hijos but for the truth behind these words: " Hell hath no fury..."



© azure warrior
2020-04-16

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