Tagged Sexual violence

Keep Ya Head Up

When the fears start to reveal themselves, but your no longer afraid you’re just so sad it took you this long to understand. Then the tears run down your face because of all the pain you put yourself through, and you wonder how you managed to pretend you were so strong when clearly you were wrong. It’s like a self-inflicted wound that gives you ecstasy, but drains and brings along so much pain after the fact. But no one is there to kiss your scars, and until you find a way to love yourself in the aftermath of this craziness…

Are Pictures Preferred Because They Can’t Talk Back To You?

Do you all realize what has happened? Photos, films and still life displays are being favored over the living, breathing human individuals themselves. These captured moments in time – immortalized forever – reminding us of the “good old days” when everyone could actually work and function together for a more just and historically accurate education, one that represented us all.  These frozen and professionally edited images take us back to a nostalgic time, back to when we once respected each other, when we once felt safe around one another, back to when we once trusted each other. We go back…

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…

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…

Soundless Song of the Corn Maiden

She stood there at the top of the mountain overlooking the valley The city and all its people inside. A skin tight black dress flowing flowing, breathing, as she stares up to the cosmos and brings down her clenched fists- and soon the sky burst forth and you heard that first damning sound of thunder while the acidic scent of moisture in contact with earth entered your nostrils, as she cries out in pain, “Bring on the storm! I, simply known as Malinche, who rides the winds as swift as justice, am opening up these vaults of pure and utter…

Girl Code, Responsibility, Accountability and In Lak Ech

I didn’t believe my friend when she was raped. …… The last few years in Tucson have been a struggle to survive. With the battles in our communities and legislation targeting brown people of color on indigenous land – we have nearly killed each other and the work and the fight and the fighting has made us all sick – susto. It deserves writing that will never end now that it has started. Through it all, I now reflect on two moments when I know I fucked up. I monumentally fucked up and hurt other women. When it first happened,…

Eve Who Ate the Apple

I am that black velvet blue ink sky of silent solitude. Yes, my whisper is that toneless breath on the wind. A truth speaking louder than words. And yes, my night will swallow you. Devour you, whole. The unspoken song of a woman confined by the roles placed upon our bodies by men. By those without sight, wisdom, nor intuition. Yes, we see this all, a shadowy, hazy vision, and stand by to make way for your falling stars Captured in our open hands, still swollen from the endless throb of our taboo sexuality.

Puga Nini Sha’de Butterfly Dance

She thinks, ‘I can do it,’ as a vibrant, deep and fluorescent butterfly floats over her head. ‘I shouldn’t have to hide who I am. This is my reality- this is my truth. Just my presence alone brings with it the entire weight of the mistakes of the Movement and the reason why true liberation has not yet been achieved. So my truth now becomes your truth.’ This tragedy alone has morphed me into a new being. Like the violent hacking of the wood, the splintering and breaking apart of its body- for all to watch in deep fascination- when…

de/romantic revolutions

I remember the first time I went to the MEChA meeting he was there to the side with his Ché mane sad eyes and I liked him                                                                         (no, you don’t understand) he’s a beautiful brown man he reminds me of my brother lost, rocky childhood, angry, charismatic, womanizer but wants to be a lawyer or politician do right by his people                                                                         (his mother) first time he holds my hand, we’re at the movies watching motorcycle diaries his sweaty palm, let’s go stares and for a moment I imagine revolutionary love                                                                         (wack right?) that’s when he tells me…