Four Xicana medicine songs to the four directions
A poem about the journey to the queendom.
"Twilight", Acrylics on … Continue Reading ››
Imagine being the only water in an angry desert, how hard it must be to survive, everyone so thirsty.
throughout the barrios
and the ciudades
el viento va
by sweeping out
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lower your voice sister so that you may
But I whisper
you are not the only … Continue Reading ››
Once there was a little girl somewhere around the age of four in a city … Continue Reading ››
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.
We’ve grown against the walls and the waist.
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