A little while ago Karen Lynn Vidra, the Texas Tornado, very softly asked me to look into her eyes...the vision was impaired because in front of her eyes where many many disabled children...
So, that's how this poem goes.

To Karen Lynn Vidra, the Texas Tornado, a woman that stands above many without the help of her crutches.


She would tell you of those that newspapers
don’t seems to care, disabled people aren’t worth
to set the light on the less fortunate among us,
or talking about them with their cheap ink’ drops.

She will tell you their story with real names
anonymity will defeat the cause and purpose
to seek understanding for a few among us
which don’t want your pity just your love.

She wanted me to tell you about her eyes which
I can’t see with so many children in front;
back they are covered by the square windows
of eyeglasses that have seen more than enough.

She don’t wanted to be talked about, but,
talk about those in wheelchairs if you must talk,
to make her heart blossom with tenderness
to many of her disable children a tender word.

Her eyes have become seeing so much suffering,
witness that time weighed, making them old,
in a young woman that will no hold her punches,
when defending her children, she gives all.

I cannot see her eyes, or translate what they say,
because they were too busy, another child in the spot,
in those eyes we should find about the truth,
the story that child, among us, were here to told.