Spindle and shuttle
Weave tapestries
With vibrant hues that speak of tradition
Ochre the color of my forefathers
Turquoise reminiscent of the flowing waters
Red for the blood spilled by the false one
Green for the magueys which provide food, clothing, and drink
Maguey why do you hurt me so?
Adorned in huilpil and cueitl
Their quality castes my status
Rich in a culture that flows through my veins
Lessons taught from birth to indoctrinate, restrain me
Straight and narrow is the path I walk
Difficult and confining
Sentence of death for prohibited love
Maguey why do you hurt me so?
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