during the 1970s, she joined with the revolutionaries who opposed the nicaraguan dictator anastasio somoza. after somoza was ousted, she became vice minister for culture for the new government. her poems, essays, and translations have been published in magazines and literary journals all over the world. >> i do not doubt you would have liked one of those pretty mothers in the ads-- complete with adoring husband and happy children. she's always smiling, and if she cries at all it is absent of lights and camera, makeup washed from her face. but since you were born of my womb, i should tell you ever since i was small like you i wanted to be myself-- and for a woman that's hard. (even my guardian angel refused to watch over me when she heard.) ( laughter ) i cannot tell you that i know the road. often, i lose my way and my life has been a painful crossing-- navigating reefs, in and out of storms, refusing to listen to the ghostly sirens who invite me into the past, neither compass nor binnacle to show me the way. but i advance, go forward, holding to the hope of some distant port where you, my

during the 1970s, she joined with the revolutionaries who opposed the nicaraguan dictator anastasio somozaafter somoza was ousted, she became vice minister for culture for the new government. her poems, essays, and translations have been published in magazines and literary journals all over the world. >> i do not doubt you would have liked one of those pretty mothers in the ads-- complete with adoring husband and happy children. she's always smiling, and if she cries at all it is absent of lights and camera, makeup washed from her face. but since you were born of my womb, i should tell you ever since i was small like you i wanted to be myself-- and for a woman that's hard. (even my guardian angel refused to watch over me when she heard.) ( laughter ) i cannot tell you that i know the road. often, i lose my way and my life has been a painful crossing-- navigating reefs, in and out of storms, refusing to listen to the ghostly sirens who invite me into the past, neither compass nor binnacle to show me the way. but i advance, go forward, holding to the hope of some distant port where you, my c