Estas carnes indias que despreciamos nosotros los Mexicanos asi como despreciamos condenamos a nuestra madre, Malinalli. Nos condenamos a nosotros mismos. Esta raza vencida, enemigo cuerpo”.
‘I forgive you.’ I couldn’t bring myself to say that to you. Part of me felt guilt at having nothing loving or nice to say to you. No loving words to say. No nice moments we shared as grandmother and granddaughter.
Part of me felt it would be arrogant. “I forgive you.” Who the fuck did I think I was? “I forgive you.” For what??? I knew.
Traditional lullabies sung in Nahuatl, Spanish, and English by Yacatsol
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Bruja de Corazón
he called me
and I thought
A poem about the journey to the queendom.