Tagged Chicana feminism

To My Daughter

Mijita,   we are the in between neither black nor white   we are the mud the mix between the menstrual flow of the planet and the machismo ground beneath our feet   we are the brown the piece of construction paper that is thrown away the ugly created when mixing too many colors the only crayon chosen when coloring Martin Luther King or dirt   we are the cockroaches despised and disgusted but even with the bam of a stomping manly foot we refuse to die   we are the voice of the wind loud and undesirable yet never…