I am a woman of no language
I was fed the words my mother ate
And then I was told these sentences were not adequate
I was taught to speak other than my mother’s tongue
That my mother’s words only matter to use when I was young
Through the course of four chapters,
First Drop of Red speaks about history
and identity, existence and survival, love
and lust, as well as faith and doubts.
It tells stories, it offers perspective, it
asks questions, it ignites conversation.
Pick it, flip its pages, and let this book