Poetry

Poetry has always been an outlet for me and lately I haven't had a chance to write anything! I missed the poetry contest and I was pretty bummed. It was for the Native American poetry contest. I have always been proud of my poems.
 Since I couldn't enter my poem into the contest, I'll share it here!

  My grandma told me a story
     Of a woman so strong.
She could move mountains!
  Her breathing could create
Clouds so Big and Bold!
  My grandma told me 
    She
Could run so fast! Deer couldn't catch up
  The story started so Bold and Big
That Woman could do anything!
  My grandma started telling me 
The Woman grew sick
  With this big bad guy named
     Cancer.
Man, that man had a grip on her!
  The Woman started getting 
Real sick.
If I could, I would've beaten that bad man up so good!
  In the middle of the story,
My grandma started coughing!
  Cancer took a hold of her too!
Her skin that was a 
  Beautiful copper
Started turning grey.
She said that's what the bad man does, and I asked Her
  What he did to her
My grandma, she was the wisest elder we had!
  Told me the bad man makes her real sick.
That he was an evil medicine man.
  Hard to undo his damage.
Well, I'll tell you this. I cried so hard for my grandma!
 My grandma said that Woman is Her.
She can't run faster than the deer,
  Or blow clouds into existence.
No, she can't.
  She's got to stay in her chair, drink her coffee, and continue to tell me
   Of the stories of when she 
    Could.
​While she still can.
​- Amayah Anguiano