La Llorona
Growing up my life was nothing more than cosmic justice
Being the daughter of a ghost who killed her children
A lot of stigmas to go with that
A lot of stigma and some mommy issues too
I grew up quiet
For if I ever cried, sang, or made my voice too loud
My voice would become a wail to echo through the woods
My voice was a curse
My voice was “horrific”
I was destined to be a mourning woman
Another Llorona
To haunt the riversides
But then one day
While haunting the LA river with my mother
I let myself cry just a bit
I let myself feel the pain I withhold
And as if fated
a producer came into the fold
Holding a fishing rod as brilliant as the river’s glow
He told me my voice was mesmerizing
Not realizing I was dead
He told me I could top the charts
Knock Billie Ellish out of her throne
And so I did
I grew up thinking my voice was a curse
Now I know its a gift
A gift I share with the world
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At la Llorana.org