The sun rises on grated brick
As I skip
To the click
And beat of my feet
Placed within my shoes made by an Indian woman
Who is just like you.
I carry a stone of green, malachite.
It’s used so that my heart’s passion may be seen
By anyone or anything who tries to intervene
I am fuerte, strong.
I am in Chile, but not for long.
I wait for the metro and clutch the bracelet
That I purchased in a Russian park made of garnet.
My jeans from Holland hug my thighs tight
As if to keep my warmth safe from another’s intentions, dare if they might.
I am fuerte, strong.
I am in Chile, but not for long.
I travel in the physical, my exterior shows,
In my clothes and accessories, all the places I’ve known.
But my heart is what carries
All that I’ve seen
From mountains to cities,
My memory’s pristine.
I am fuerte, strong.
I am on Earth, but not for long.
Mary Gabis
Yes! This gives me inspiration to write one like this. Could you add more countries into your poem?
I could add more yes, I didn’t add my travels to Germany or France but I definitely should! If you would like an eye to read your poem when you are working on it or have completed it, feel free to send it along here or through email!