For the times you weren't allowed to rest...
And the times you were told it wasn't possible for you.
To not dream of it,
to not hope it can be,
or to even let yourself imagine a space where it can grow.
That there's no space for us to put away to consciousness and drift into the universe.
For the times we felt so small our bodies became a part of the collective dust we keep letting them sweep under the rugs...
Instead of transcending and living as one with the stars our ancestors now dance with.
For the times our ancestors weren't allowed yo speak
to rest,
ato rise again another day...
I say WE NAP!
©Natalia M. Villarán-Quiñones