Alas Llorona
Dressed in blue that shines like light.
Alas Llorona
Whose voice drowns the world.
They say you drowned your children
And came under a curse
One which makes the world desert you
As the pangs from your woes trails you.
Will they sit to listen
To carefully follow your sound
Instead of scurrying away
Afraid of being taken.
Yes, they are afraid.
Not necessarily because you'll take them
But their phobia has consumed them
Your wail is theirs, but they chose to deny.
Your offspring carries your woe
They are the victims of all oppression
Defiled and yet blamed
If only she dressed better.
Alas their freedom of expression is gone
Hey don't dress like that
A certain brother whose between is hot
Needs you covered to live a right life.
Alas Llorona, your plight they bear.
For marriage is their identity
For which they live and die
And if it is abusive, accept it it's your fate.
Alas Llorona
The radiance of light from your blue dress reflects your own woe.
Their own woe.
For their gender means they are part of your curse.
Alas Llorona.
They must take the pain in bravery.
It's a test of their womanhood
Your echo echoes their pain.
Alas llorona
The incense you carry bears the aroma of their grief.
Whom can they tell?
It's the woman's world.
Alas llorona
Her mouth is blamed for her partner's temper.
What is it she's not doing right, she must ask herself.
Only virtuous women builds home, leave the men alone.
Alas Llorona
Llorona whose blue dress radiates painful light.
You drowned your kids they say.
But it is womanhood drowned in the pit of guilt, self pity and shame.
Alas llorona
Who will deliver womanhood
From this curse that plaques them
Your story is theirs. Llorona de azul Celeste.
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