A song honoring protective and wounded parts
She whispers in my ear
You’re never going to be loved
La Bruja Maldita habla
from below and above
From all sides she surrounds with
Lies masquerading as truth
She siphons my life force,
and drains out my youth
‘til I am crooked and wrinkled
A misery just like her
‘til I am the epitome of
a thousand shaming slurs
then I see beneath the illusion
A child in an oversized costume
Destitute and ragged,
tortured by solitude
The only way that she knows
To find her own tribe is
To offer poison to the angels, trick them to imbibe
But I tip the goblet and
Call her by her true name
Transform the witch of my torture
To the child I now claim
La bruja maldita
La niña preciosa
© Sabrina Santa Clara, 2022