I am the malinche
Bitch who took the ‘good fork’ with flowers etched on the ends
This selfish act justification for sharp points (plain… no flowers) thrown at my skull [bitch]
‘Mijita, give him the nice one’
Your fault
[bitch]
I am the malinche
Bitch hiding in my room because our hallway is too small for us both and he is above me
I need to move. Make room.
[bitch]
Plus I got shit to take care of in here
Skin red, slits of color, marks from rusted razors—get it out before you go out.
Make no noise
[bitch]
I am the malinche
Bitch behind closed doors
Give it up and don’t talk shit.
Pain will be mirrored and our scars match. You will hurt yourself and I will hurt myself.
[bitch]
‘You are to blame— crazy’
Raise your voice and there will be holes in walls—doors with splinters.
Because ‘I love you so much’
[bitch]
I am the malinche
Bitch, I will tower and look over your shoulder because you cannot be trusted.
[bitch]
‘I am oppressed so I cannot oppress you’
‘We are brown familia and I know you’—‘Know this is important work’
Keep quiet, small, stupid, passive…
[bitch]
That’s easy…
I am the malinche
We shout and are in ‘the lucha’. Together. Solid. United.—
But ‘don’t fucking wear that. You will fall’
[bitch]
‘Don’t be cute. Watch for men, They are dogs…’
‘You don’t know truth till we hear the mujer’
But mujer ‘shut the fuck up if the truth involves men [me]’
I am the malinche
FUCK your kitchen table war zone
FUCK your lines in my flesh
FUCK your destruction of caress
FUCK your take down
FUCK your revolution built on bullshit
I AM THE MALINCHE
I
WE
Will continue moving out of your hills of ego and fucked up, silenced, picked at stories.
Tailored and poured atop our beautiful semillas.
Drowning, pushing, muscles sore… We continue…
Until we reach some sun
And that sun will be HOT
Can’t deny
ME
WE
MALINCHES [fuck you]
When I read this poem I see frustration, pain, confliction, chaos, and struggle.
I like the way you used [bitch], it comes across to me as that tone of voice, or that intention that can be heard clearly when someone speaks, so clearly that it might as well be spoken.
When I read this poem I see frustration, pain, confliction, chaos, and struggle.
I like the way you used [bitch], it comes across to me as that tone of voice, or that intention that can be heard clearly when someone speaks, so clearly that it might as well be spoken.