Tagged Malintzin

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…

Xicana voice — on honoring mujeres

I have played a spectator role with the Tucson machismo circus that has taken place for a series of months. I have watched this so-called “beef” created by men stating that man-haters are after them, and care more about taking an online blogger down rather than focusing on reviving Ethnic Studies. Let me break down some consciousness for you, DA, the fight to bring back Ethnic Studies begins with you. The problem here is patriarchy, and your failure to recognize your volatile actions within your “community.” As a self-ascribed journalist, you praise men like Sean Arce and place them on…

I am the Malinche

I am the malinche   Bitch who took the ‘good fork’ with flowers etched on the ends This selfish act justification for sharp points (plain… no flowers) thrown at my skull [bitch] ‘Mijita, give him the nice one’ Your fault [bitch]   I am the malinche   Bitch hiding in my room because our hallway is too small for us both and he is above me I need to move. Make room. [bitch] Plus I got shit to take care of in here Skin red, slits of color, marks from rusted razors—get it out before you go out. Make no…

La Malinche

Yo soy la Malinche. My people called me Malintzín Tenepal the Spaniards called me Doña Marina I came to be known as Malinche and Malinche came to mean traitor. they called me—chingada Chingada. (Ha— ¡Chingada! ¡Screwed!) Of noble ancestry, for whatever that means, I was sold into slavery by MY ROYAL FAMILY—so that my brother could get my inheritance. … And then the omens began—a god, a new civilization, the downfall of our empire. And you came. My dear Hernán Cortés, to share your “civilization” —to play a god, … and I began to dream … I saw and I…

An Open Letter to the Men of the Left, Especially in the Chican@ Community, Especially in Tucson

We refuse to make a choice between our cultural identity and sexual identity, between our race and our femaleness. We are not turning our backs on our people nor on our selves. — Cherríe Moraga, This Bridge Called My Back There is one thing that the Left and the Right often agree on: women’s concerns (our rights, our safety, our health, our progress) are disposable, dispensable; they are a distraction from the truly “important” issues. We won’t address the issues of the Right here, but we say to our sisters and brothers on the Left: If you claim to be…