‘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
Children of Anahuac: we carry the medicine inside. We hear Mother Earth now. We have removed the wasichu lies.
In solidarity with the women and children refugees currently locked up in ‘family’ detention centers here in America. Honor Honorable Judge Dolly M. Gee’s order to release the mothers and their children.
A medicine song with love from my family to yours. Sending healing to the world in these times of great pain. <3
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