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Let the revolution continue…

And on that day without plans We all had agreed that a revolution was the goal Angela said that a revolution lies in the principles and the goals that you’re striving for, not in the way you reach them. And Malcom agreed with her—by all means the revolution would take place with or without us. But Marcos had the last words, stating that we would always be able to question the means but never the revolution itself. That is when the words of Marx resonated in our heads. I remember him telling us that a revolution cannot be judged by…

Letting Love In

I caught glimpses of her through sugar cracks in ripe yellow walls. Her presence makes me want to paint mixed-media murals, on her skin, with found objects. She said we came from the same cloud. I’d say the same thing, if I hadn’t already known my semilla sprouted in soil. She comes with fire & water from the west. Like desert monsoons, she digs rivers out of dry beds and electrifies the night sky. Our elements intersect like our identities, to teach us lessons we have yet to learn. Life Lessons, Love Lessons. like what it means to love ourselves…

A Letter to the United States People

Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom Freedom    Open your eyes.  No matter how painful the sight, look at it.  Look at it! 2 million in cages?  Masses of children being medicated for “mental disorders”?  Masses of poor people being medicated and told that everything they face is their individual problem and their individual fault? War after war after war after war after war like tv show after tv show after movie after film showing the same violence scene and We Love it, do we? …And it doesn’t look like war violence, cause by the way, folks, you can’t…

Chicana History: Maria Urquides: Mother of Bilingual Education

By Anna NietoGomez 2013 Maria Urquides was a third generation Mexican American born in 1908 to parents that had little to no education in the Barrio Libre near downtown Tucson Arizona. Although her parents had little to no education, they were leaders in the community. Her father, Hiliario Urquides was a businessman and civic leader who in 1894 helped found the Alianza Hispano-Americana in Tucson, which became the largest Mexican American, mutual-aid society in the Southwest which subsidized death benefits, social and cultural activities and assistance in dealing with racism. It was a fraternal organization until the 19th amendment was…

Beauty Painted Through Full Lips

On this night of the hazy full moon, with a nice hazy mist like dreams Softly clouding over my visions of today- and of that better tomorrow. Nights like this take me there. Led to the strong fierce voice of womyn lighting up the night like that glistening pearl orb shining away the darkness. And it is now I realize more than ever Art is perhaps the most important and most powerful tool, weapon and medicine we have for this movement- for this long road of liberation ahead of our trails who without fail will bring us down to our…

Dear Love: I hear you knocking!

Dear Love (8 years ago) I hear you knocking on my door and I don’t know why because I didn’t call you. Last time I checked it wasn’t for me It was too much, too messy, too soft, too co-dependent, and just a bit too many emotions, they weren’t the good kind or maybe they were a few times but never lasting. It wasn’t for me It did save my life though and for that I did love… Dear Love (2013) …But I still haven’t decided if that is a good thing or not. I am almost done understanding how that…

Who’s Helping Who

The system don’t give a damn about us, it’s trying to grind us all into dust. We’re just a step away from losing our light, our warmth, our water, our home. A step away from losing our life. line. Cause light don’t wait for nobody. Automated systems don’t respond to no excuses. no past dues or IOUs. Cause our babies need to eat, even if its not certified organic. This life doesn’t stop and let us breath. This life doesn’t give back. rubs. after four-day long laundry. Doesn’t let mamas rest. He doesn’t say “you sleep a little longer, and…

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…