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