I come from Texas. I am indigenous. I am Xicana. I am Nican Tlaca. We might not remember her indian names any more but Texas was and is holy land.
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Dolores, today I am angry.
Angry at my blind assumption,
believing what the news tells me,
making you just a face,
and your city,
even though I travel by it everyday,
just a local blurb on the 10 o’clock news.
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A poem dedicated to the womyn locked up in Texas
Remembering our sacred relationship with chocolate.
A letter from the front lines