Latina Hispanic Mexican
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You take my father’s money,
Yet not his boss’s.
His debt accumulates,
While the big man stands and watches.
Doing nothing, for him.
It slowly starts slithering its way through the land of corn
creating a momentum of fire as it rises, stretching its wings word for word
It becomes difficult for the mouth to catch up to the rhythm of my tongue
Even though time has change
This woman has not
She is a monster
No the same who killed children, no
She is another type of monster…
I am from red soap and red skies
I am from limonada con tehuacan
I am from the heart of Mexico city and the outskirts of Izamal
I am from my abuelita y her abuelitas before her
poetry.
it used to be what we read in school;
harsh lines for more educated, eloquent, and sheltered minds.
minds untorn by the society around them.
devoid of thoughts of depression,
Dear society,
There is hair sown to my arms and legs
but you have given me razors for that.
Imperfections dug on my face
and none of your creams and pills work.
A tunnel in between my front teeth…
My mother.
The curls of her hair
a mystery we could never find the end of
with various ringlets
creating a spongy wall around her head.
My black mother
When I tell my mom that I fear for the lives of the people who I hold dear to me , she asks why
whether it be the weather , or too much alcohol somewhere inside the stone monument , erosion clapped its hands and its job was completeweathering down a great stone monument from the inside out when they told me stories of great monoliths and str
Pinto Beans
I learned to cook
From mi abuela
The squeaky wheel
Ran loud
As ten pounds of beans
I live in a magical world where a land called borderlandia exists,
where my ancestors slaved away to provide for their familia.
So I could be here today,
I am pieces of my ancestors.
We claim to be the best but we can't even love.
All I see when I walk down the street is hate.
When I see the bold red hat I am disgusted.
America is not so great.
Growing up in a box where I did not feel safe
because my neighbour refused to pay a dealer for a magic pill which helped him escape reality
so he was put in his box of reality
You will never be
You will never strive
A Garcia Cannot
A Garcia Will not
The American Dream
Is not your Dream
You came to work
I look back and smirk
I came this far
