From Her stories

Attn: Voices Needed

Voices Needed Because that one time at the bar you felt it was okay to go up my skirt with your hand Because my drink made me sloppy drunk with a few sips AND you took advantage Voices Needed Because community peeps for ‘social justice’ feel that it’s okay to support a rapist instead of their semillas Because that movie tells ‘our’ story ‘so beautifully’ AND semillas need sunlight to grow… NOT… shade… Voices Needed Because young girls can get raped because they ‘drank too much’, ‘wore that dress’ and ‘were looking for action’ Because those beautiful wombyn find ways…

Rest In Peace

Rest in peace. Past midnight when the sun is no where in sight There lies the struggle to maintain the fight Don’t give in don’t stop the try Tears turn dry I can’t cry I won’t cry Trying constantly to paint rainbows in the sky Ghetto streets turn dry as blood spills in endless crime I can try to paint the rainbows but the ghetto vibes will turn it dry & they will just cry

A Message to All History Robbers in My Life

I will battle anyone who tries to take away my history; those wanting to evaporate my stories into thin air All because in truth’s narrative they are the oppressors Oh, diplomatic history taker of mine. History robber. And your grave digging tools are a silence so thick the darkness builds a second home around your vision and the very sound of spoken words make you shake with unease. Yes, I am speaking to you, Oh America, the beautiful- stealer of my land and mother tongue- calling it “Progress.” Leaving memory of whips and chains, a ghost on my body passed…

Dress

She used to wear a dress                 And her dolls watched as she danced                                 And the sun smiled upon her, and her light was bright People would come and go                 And tell her she was pretty But HE stayed                 Told her she was pretty too                                 Wanted to show her just how much HE liked the way her dress was easy                 HE could go in and out                                 Unseen                                                 Not even her dolls watched But she could feel it ALL                 She could feel her light go out                                 Every time she wore a dress   Then HE turned into SHE   SHE saw her…

I Can See Your Shattered Ego

Those with the smallest minds have the biggest mouths. I can see your shattered ego all the way in Colorado. You can be as angry as you please over a depiction of you that occurred at Malintzine’s event a few months ago. You can call it man-hating. You can call it sexism. You can call it gender violence. You can criticize the Tucson Weekly for being racist, but the embarrassment you feel over people applauding everyone’s favorite Xingona mama kicking your ass is nothing compared to the embarrassment we feel every time you write a new article. The annoyance you…

Love Letter

I’m mostly mad at love right now cause it hurt my friend. Love made my friend hurt my friend. And it hurt me too, but that was a different story. Love hurt me for the best. Love made me choose. It made me choose between loving someone else and loving myself. I chose myself. I made the right choice. Thanks love. So I guess love saved me. I guess I shouldn’t be so mad at love. I guess I should be thankful. I am grateful love, but I am not indebted to you. I don’t owe you. I don’t owe…

Pleasure Is Measured In Presence

The bed and it’s room is no place for the computer to cast it’s shadow over your eyes My thighs and universe in between no place for carelessness, half truth, and lies Pleasure is measured in presence A place of vulnerable posture held by caress moved further to openness I let you in deeper through fear The stars of my inner night guide you The story of these constellations Passing expressions remain in memory long after the taste of your sweat has left my lips Alone now No light in the bed or it’s room Inside myself Closed eyes Thighs…

Borders borders

When I went through the border I heard a man speak his name, speak for his freedom and the freedom of those around him and I saw a soldier standing behind him who was there to kill, disappeared, repress, impoverish, murder, steal, lie, thieve, die sometimes too, everyday inside he died, that soldier, I saw it in his eyes soldier funded to stand there, given money, by a government that I “have” somehow to call “my own”.  … I Pledge Allegiance… But I can’t I can’t I cant I cant I cant I cant I cant I cant   When…

Hace mucho tiempo te quise

Hace mucho tiempo te quise. Fuiste la mujer de mi vida. El amor más grande de todos mis pinches 27 años. Tú me decías que era muy joven Y yo quería crecer y ser la mujer perfecta para ti. Quería que me gustaran las cosas que te gustaban. Quería alcanzarte y gustarte. Yo sé que te gustaba. Me decías que me querías. Sé que lo sentías… Que lo vivías. Te gustaba besarme. Me gustaba mirarte. A veces nos gustaban las mismas cosas. Pero nunca fue suficiente. Tú querías otra cosa. Otra vida. Tal vez otro cuerpo y no el mío.…