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.
A cumbia for Mother Earth
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.
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A poem about the journey to the queendom.