Frieda Kahlo

Tribute to Magdalena Frieda Kahlo Y Calderón Incar

Oh Frieda, How was the world through your eyes? 

Such pain and such joy you felt. 

It is true when they say only the purest die young, 

and your wrist bent to form your story, like never done before 

Your life drowned in great love streams 

And lakes of despair

Oceans of tears 

With tides so gold 

As your mind 

They fell down your third eye

And flood in the dry and desolate cracks of your heart 

Through the hole in your chest

And with every plague against you, 

You faced your chin to the sky 

And held onto your glory 

 Till death did you part.