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They Called Me Soledad

lives inside me
lives where the rebozo 
wraps around my heart
where the work that's mine
is mine alone

where the questions
have no answers
and I alone 
must answer them

lives inside me
where the face unpainted
lives without a face
and only light
can wash it

where the desert and the mountains meet
and I alone must greet them
must wait to take their dawn
their icy breath, their searing heat

lives inside me
carries my face
carries my name
but even when her name is called
only I can answer for her
so I take what life has handed me
squeeze from it
the sweetness of the cactus juice
the warmth of sunlight free upon my face
the deep, rich strength of one who answers
to the name of

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