I make flowers for the daughters, sisters, and friends who have been taken, hurt, destroyed, and disappeared.
Flowers to the grandmothers who carry the generations of patriarchy before them.
Flowers to the mothers who mourn their babies, girls, and daughters.
Flowers to the tias that don't get to laugh with their nenas.
Flowers to their primas who will miss a great friendship.
Flowers to the mother of the land who carries this ill suffering.