The Voice

Your prejudice does not erase
That I am human
With the content of my character
I am a woman
With the Love in my heart
I am a mother
With patience and kindness
I am a friend
Bearing the burden of your hate
purifies my soul
Your humiliation
is equal to my humility
and so
sets me free

© Elena Andrean

To Be Home

In our land of hope
And of golden skies
I can still hear a hummingbird
and a newborn baby cry,
With a change in the winds
That left three summers ago
Blowing all life from
The willow tree,
Sucking the life out of our lands
That used
To be home