A word of encouragement for all the xingonas out there taking a stand, asserting their dignity, dismantling oppression and leaving toxic situations. From one yaocihuatl to another…
A reflection by the Noemi Martinez of Hermana Resist
Imagine being the only water in an angry desert, how hard it must be to survive, everyone so thirsty.
She lifted up the back of her shirt slowly. She had forgotten all about it since the day the mirror broke.
She reached as far as she could up her back with her finger and found it. There it was.
Love and Revolution co-exist in a warrior’s heart everyday. Pero de pilón, here are four love poems by the maniacal Viva Flores to kick off your Valentine’s weekend.
I’ve learned a lot of things in my time here in Mexico. I learned how to wash clothes by hand, was reminded of the sacredness of water (clean water), and many other things.
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.