Queen of the Moorish enclave
Don’t be sad like a tiger
Put on a dazzling smile
Like your early mornings
Pretty, princess, and coquettish
Crowned with daisies
Green,
Green hope,
Green wheat,
Green of abundance,
Green
Like a crocodile
Like Monteverde, emerald city,
Green because I like you green
Green desperation,
Green rebel,
Green nostalgia,
Green from the green pepper,
Green that causes pain,
Green that loses,
Green, because I liked you green
Green like the turtle and your eyes
Green like the snake and the moss
Like a cone of mint and palm
From a lazy bear
Beauty should be
Like one in green, green, green
Can be dressed
Beauty should have been
Like one in green, green, green
Could have been dressed
So much guilt that isn’t mine
Isn’t yours and isn’t mine
She changed taste, route, and rhyme
My mother doesn’t coddle me anymore
She changed image, guilt, and pain
Without thinking about sin
Queen of the Moorish enclave