Leopolda

She was my paternal great grandmother Dark skin. Hard life. Life was hard back then. But she was my paternal great grandmother And not just because she was my father's father's father's wife, But because she could fight She could fight like a man, they say She even fought men, they say Try to give her the evil eye and she'd sock you in the jaw with her asabache fist, they say She had onyx eyes and she took no shit, they say And she was my paternal great grandmother be se she ran the cockring, yeah, Always had a gallo in the fight,, yeah I don't mourn the death of that cruel, bloody sport, I must admit, perhaps with some chagrin, well with some pride when they told me her chickens yeah was my paternal great grandmother he loved to gamble and smoke tobacco with o B A A 1 the murky cigar smoke when she smelled blood that's when she'd double up! and she was my paternal great grandmother e she lived to watch wrestling matches on the old TeV. amily would all crack up and laugh at how'd she'd shout and scream like a maniac at the men in masks and tights leaping and lunging in the box--and I just know she wanted a piece of the action, I can just imagine: "Ladies and Gentlemens The Virago Viejat" And damn it! That's exactly how she went out--screaming at the sissies wrestling on the TV, screaming herself toa heart attack! I think she caught wind of a high stakes rumble in the skies, yeah, and she said, “Dios! Tag me int" And she's my paternal great grandmother Because when the skies darken over She flashes lightning, curses thunder,, and throws the wind! wWoK