¡Valor, Chica, Valor!

My mother was dying.

With his fist held high. he spoke

with no pity or condolence.

I tattooed these words on my arm.

You can read them clearly when I hold my fist high

and yet the words don’t stick.

Courage is tough when Fear is stronger.

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