Catching, the tears of my ancestors

and pressing them into salve,

an ointment of centuries

of heat, light and color

of earth and impermeable radiance

sealing my skin with them 

like a water bound mermaid

meant to choke 

meant to drown

by means of the hunting

of the white horses

the white forces

the white armed sources

plundering lives like mine

 

sourcing a system that makes me cry

with rage, with all engulfing grief, 

with numbness and exhaustion

 

in cages, he said, they are humanly separated

in cages, she said, no soap just concrete

is enough for the children

in cages

 

murdered, they said, he was murdered

and so was she, and so were they

by the same gun point

by the same fist

by the same murderer

My belly growls

Asesino

Puerco

Indecente

Come mierda

On my knees

The tears

 

While the blue, the white,

the green and the suits, 

all blabber justification, protection, indemnification, 

for immaculate white 

the means of hunting

of the white horses

the white forces

the white armed sources plundering lives

like mine

 

Justice. Justice. Justice. 

 

But they don’t cry. They have ceased and decease

to their basic anatomy of being human

 

My womb growls

Asesino

Puerco

Indecente

Come mierda

 

On my knees

 

Turning myself to the most indefinite puddle

of mourning

while turning my body toward the light, somewhow

my arms move, slowly, like flowers meant to meet the butterflies

of the tears of my ancestors 

catching, the tears of my ancestors

and pressing them into salve,

an ointment of centuries

of heat, light and color

of earth and impermeable radiance

sealing my skin

with the tears of my anscestors 

Catching the Tears

By the sweat off my brow, I kiss the sweat off my brow. And blow each drop like a dandelion to the wind, a wish for my kin.

I did NOT commit the sin you are accusing me of!!  "Down, brown, down" (You said); pinned me down, tried to take my crown

"Down, dumb brown , down"-drank the sweat off my brow to quench your thirst. But I am not the first. There are centuries and billions, before me for my bones..."Down, brown , down".     In the end you took my gown; told me I couldn’t stand my ground, told me I ain’t welcomed in town: Deportee.  But the sweat off my brow, nectar of gods and goddesses and of promises for the flesh and the soul...I am brilliant and unabashed. I labor the light and the underground; With the sweat off my brow. I bring you food and fruit from the earth, but you consistently step over me!! I am under the table though...But YOU put me there.

 

Nevertheless, I take the form of a bird, of a seed, of cartilage and sorrow. I’m golden mesh: I am a fishing net for the innocence that you stole to drown and weave into your animal coat: Taxidermy for your entitlement. But, I ain’t gonna dry out the sweat off my brow for your enlightenment

 

My ancestors. My ancestors made my feet. And you know they whisper; they whisper, and you know they watch. And they walk behind me, beside me, next to me, over me. So instead: instead by the sweat off my brown I kiss the sweet of my brown

By the sweat off my brow

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