Tagged male privilege

Calling upon the Chicano Pope to Reflect

How was the Chicano Pope chosen? Did I miss the anointment ceremony? The Chicano Pope proudly grinds the biggest axe to attack those who do not heed his mandates and demand for complicity. This is a call for the Chicano Pope to thoughtfully engage in the issue of accountability.  After all, it was the Chicano Pope who wrote, “What is so frustrating about politics is that there is so little accountability. We can continually screw up as my students would say and are not accountable. Because we as a society are ahistorical, we are unable to sort out the lies…

Mack Daddy Lopez, Tucson

(To those brothers all along the spectrum of time who stood alongside us and if even they fell got back up and joined to our sides, who know the depth of a woman, and who we find even in this age, beside us: A Million Million Gratitudes…….   The next poem is not for you.)   I twice slept with a man named Macky Lopez I think a lot of women did He’s a mack daddy penis-driven cunning man, Revolution somewhere hiding beneath the piles he left of shit   He’s a predatory feel-sorry-for-me type A misogynist tries-to-break-women man He…

Night Walk

The light dims in the sky as my endless calls are met with no answer. After calling everyone possible, I realize the best idea is to start my long walk. Seven miles from a location I am unfamiliar with isn’t settling well in my stomach. Before I leave, I notice a rideless friend and ask her if she wants to join me. She agrees and we nervously start our voyage down the path of dark corners, empty streets, abandoned sidewalks and the hungry animals of the night. Darkness falls as we walk; everything becomes unfamiliar and the shadows transform our…

Grandfather

To My Dead Grandfather,   I used to wish I could have met you Dreamed of you reading me bedtime stories and of my potential love for you After I found out the truth all I have dreamed about is my regret your Death wasn’t torturous enough to suit your crimes Physical damage will not satisfy my need  Piss on your soul; mutilate the fibers of the cross-stitch that Holds your two-face together   I dreamed I could have been there and watched you Die. And I wanted to be the one to do it. To have killed you. Slowly, carefully, methodically with a distinct…

Take It All Back

Women with the courage to fight taught me how to take it all back Your rape cannot take my pleasure Your hate cannot take my love You war cannot take my peace Your ignorance can not dull my light My voice calls out and is echoed We come together bound in women-centered community We are safe because we promote women as leaders in all sectors and live as leaders Leaders who know their strengths Leaders who turn to community for support when we are weak We stand together and up in all our actions Our lives lived and daily choices…

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…

Culture of Silence

Acts of violence are committed against women in the Mexican-American Studies community consistently, yet it seems they are only discussed publicly when people outside the movement get involved. As a young woman in this community I should have been made aware of men in the movement who are known perpetrators of violence. I need to know which spaces are safe spaces and I need to be able to make informed decisions about the people I am involving myself with or organizing with. I believe that part of the reason I had no previous knowledge of any man’s history of gendered violence was because of a carefully constructed culture of…

I too

I too know this rage of which my sisters speak I too feel it burning inside of me I too feel an explosion imminent because I.am.so.tired.of.this.shit.   Hey man, You think your oppression is bad? Imagine millennia of suffocation by idiots who can’t possibly imagine that their wives/daughters/friends/sisters might know better than them Might lead better than them   Imagine being suffocated from nearly beyond your depth of memory And knowing Truly Completely That your suffocation is the reason for the state of things today   Imagine trying to say it out loud to men Who laugh at you Call…

Surviving

I think it’s time to talk about it because I don’t really think I can afford to be quiet anymore. Last night I reached an epiphany that has given me simultaneous feelings of  terror, hopelessness, and a strange sort of weightlessness I guess people call freedom. I realized that I may never feel completely “okay” again and that sexual trauma isn’t just something you just magically erase from your life. The truth is ugly and wretched but I’m never again denying what happened to me because I know that to deny my rape is an insult to not only myself…

Old Ways

When referring to the “old ways” to do away with We meant the patriarchy that has been killing(rapingbeatingsilencingsuppressinghating) us And going back to those older ways when our voices could sing Unfettered Openly Without fear. You know: Matriarchy. Those days when we knew a profound love.   Those times when everyone acknowledged the power of women to create Healthy Societies Healthy Families Healthy Lives A Healthy Earth A Healthy Time to live in   Don’t get stuck on supposed definitions When we’ve been staring you right in the face this whole time.