From September, 2013

Pretty Baby

hey pretty baby… who told you? who told you that you were trash? who told you that you weren’t worth a. damn. who told you that you weren’t meant for more? that you were just poor. how old were you when you realized those pitied people was you? oh pretty baby, who told you, you wasn’t worth a damn? when did it sink into that pretty brown skin? when did you let the outside in? who told you, you had to hide who you were? who taught you shame? who taught you hate? how young were you when you learned…

I am moved to say que estoy tan cansada y que I am

Mother Daughter Sister Wife A Strong Woman Brown and Proud Fighting the System Part of the System Never good enough Never done And so tired of the platitudes My Daughter is young And my Mother is old And my Sister is Angry Haven’t we always been Angry And my Father is ill And losing his Thoughts And losing his Way Even as his Heart Goes On with All of its Burdens My Father Who I learned to Forgive for being the Man the World Made Him And I learned to Love for being the Man he had Fought so hard…

This Healer Was A Sister


Who can stop the Womyn Bathed in Moonlight? 
   Since glimpsed the almighty in the Moons reflecting on her Skin and  caught the shadow of the Sun  and caught the secret of the Night caught the shadow of the Shadow caught the magic of La Luna caught the secret of the Sun Resting
   Bathed in pools of Feminine Energies 
floating under Stars, under Clouds familial Orbs and Dark Bright Light
 surround   This Healer was a Sister
 and was Black and shown Loving in the Dark   
This Healer was a Sister and was Round like Earth and…

El Grito de Nuestros Dolores, Nuestro Grito de Independencia

¡Muxeres Poderosas! No existe ya para nosotras ni reyes, ni amos. Esta carga vergonzosa, que se llama el patriarcado, la hemos cargado por más de 500 años como signo del colonialismo. Esta es una terrible mancha que sabemos que debemos lavar con nuestros esfuerzos. Llegó el momento de nuestra emancipación; ha sonado la hora de nuestra libertad; y si conoces el gran valor de la libertad, nos ayudarás a defenderla. En poco tiempo nos veran gritando nuestras verdades sobre los que se enorgullecen de ser libres; esos que levantan su puños en las calles en contra del poder y el…

Quiet All Summer

This is what it’s like to be lost in between. To feel the words of the songs you heard in your childhood resonate inside your heart. To feel the lyrics rise up, and yet not have the words to let them out. To keep Borderlands/La Frontera on the bookshelf of your mind for two years, only to find out that Gloria Anzaldúa is dead. To mourn her passing, so deeply, so late, anyway. To not be able to participate in the conversation between your elders, and yet rest your head and soak it in, enjoying it, anyway. It’s the silence…

Army of We

mi hermana, my sister  the first time I met you i was struck by the lightning in your eyes it flows through you and Electrifies the world en tus ojos I also see the pain you carry generations of trauma which con fuerza you have learned to flip on its head cus you got that feminine strength to squeeze power from pain and spread it to la familia, el pueblo even when you’re worn down still that energy smoulders behind eyes that see past this violent, greedy world where ego rules and where no matter how “ugly” or “pretty” how…