-Señor Barragan I can’t remember a birthday without the fear of tres leches juice up my nose The whole crowd screaming que le muerda The little ones slowly sneaking up behind you Tiny Traitors My brother started buying two cakes- “just in case” A strange action for one who grew up with no food WeContinue reading “La Mordida”
Tengo años que no sueño Pero anoche soñe contigo Después de tantos veranos sin ti Talvez jamas te olvidare siendo soñador Eras tan real Sentirte en mis manos Tu olor Tu mirada El calor de estar contigo me trajo vida Pense que habia olvidado cuanto te quería Cuánto te quiero Crei que era real QueríaContinue reading “Amor Imigrante”
This is a piece I wrote a while back but recently decided to revisit. Hope you all enjoy!
It could have been us Tiny fingers poking out of metal cages in search of freedom Instead we owned the wild streets of our home Makeshift columpios hanging from giant pine trees Now the only thing these kids get to hang is their esperanza We too needed to run We didn’t understand that our kingdomContinue reading “Infancia”
Dream·er ˈdrēmər/ Noun 1. A person who dreams or is dreaming A person who is unpractical or idealistic Synonym: Fantasist 2. Individuals in the U.S. who were brought to the country at an early age without documentation, Undocumented immigrant Synonym: Soñadores Related words: raza, aztlan, inmigración, mariposas In trying to define who we are IContinue reading “Definition of a Dreamer”
We got a letter in the mail for you today Its like they are mocking us Shoving in our faces that you’re no longer here 6 years after your deportation and still That constant reminder that makes me ill Straight to my stomach The powerless look in your eyes behind that glass That broken smile Continue reading “Letter in the Mail”
Lenguas Nativas Perdida en mi saliva I wonder what my native spirit is thinking of me right now. Spending my days empowering our kids at the end of the day still teaching the colonizers language, history, laws , rules, culture my indian tongue forgotten traditions lost in translation Would he be happy about it? WouldContinue reading “My Native Self”