The drum beats-
My feet hit the ground and the seeds fall down
I hear them calling tenderly-
Copal fills my memory
Of many offerings and sometimes tears
When truth in my movement
Soon the dance takes me
The trees and the leaves become one glowing color
Its light pulsing through my hands like
A water fall to my feet
Life sustained once again.
— by Acaxochitl
Acaxochitl is a proud mother, a lover of words, and an artist. She enjoys creating art that reflects her indigenous roots and hopes to inspire other Xicanas to get creative.