Mujercita8 The biggest coward of a man is to awaken the love of a woman without the intention of loving her. - June 11, 2013 add/view comments (0)

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  • Member Since:

    July 05, 2001

  • Sex:

    Female

  • Dating Preference:

    Male

  • Age:

    44

  • Location:

    Chicago, IL

  • Race:

    Native American

  • Ethnicity:

    Mexican

  • Zodiac:

    Leo


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Un-love Poem

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Please don't make me write another love poem about you Because I refuse to honor your name in the same line as mine! Because I refuse to hear your voice tingle in my ear and I forbid my eyes to trickle another tear. I'll have no more to do with you and your ways of lies and deceit because they've now become my biggest pet peeves! I don't want to forgive the bad and remember the good because if I could tear you out like pages in a book, indeed, I would! It's because of you that I have... (continue reading)

Hidden Treasures

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Hidden Treasures I will hide you, my Treasures So that I may keep the memory of you locked in a drawer, So that your innocence is preserved and undisturbed, So that your firsts remain precious; untarnished from time. I will keep you from harm From the harm I know others can cause, From the harm that life's trials and tribulations bring upon one's heavy soul, But especially from the harm that I may find myself causing upon your tender spirits Know that I did not know otherwise. I... (continue reading)

One Stand

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We need to connect
Make sense of this world wrecked
with plots and schemes
crushing ideas and dreams
fighting about whose philosophy works
instead of what'll take away the hurt
that's been used
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with intentions to vilify our youth
and psycho paralyze our elders,
creating unhealthy babies,
making mothers into welders
fathers into peddlers,
and families left to fend
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No olvides que eres estrella y que tienes que alumbrar (tienes que dar luz y luminosidad a todo lo que esta alrededor y todo lo que esta bajo de ti). Sino, el pozo es mas profundo cada vez que caigas en el. Si en verdad eres una estrella, no te alumbres con ocotes (pieza de madera que saca mucho humo, y se quema r pido, no duradero). Si en verdad aprendiste, eres conciente, por tu potencial, cualidades, bondades, tu integridad como ser humano (te hace ser una persona clara y radiante), no te est s alumbrando con "modas, influencias, formitas de hablar, cosas que alumbran pero humean". No necesitas de cosas que se prenden r pido, pero se extinguen igual de r pido. No debe de ser tu grandeza, la forma en la que tu quieras sobresalir. No es constante, no es verdadero."

Respect your father, mother, grandparents, but respect even more everything and everyone that surrounds you. Only in this way will you live in harmony with life.


I don't know who you are, but I know who you are to me: You are the surprise in the box,
not what I expected, but just what I needed.
We may have never met before,
but you are as familiar as a ray of sun peeping through a rainy day
beautifully rare.
You are an enigma not meant to be solved,
just as a miracle is not meant to be understood.

 





Instead of love, give me Passion;
Sweet and juicy like ripe papaya,
Cool like coco-frio, refreshing new ,
Give me Passion like you've never seen or known.;
Instead of love, give me Desire,
Electric like live wire.

Lips trembling like currents;
Give me that Desire forbidden with Sensuality illicit.,
Instead of love, give me Pleasure
Lustful and Longing lovers in Leisure
Give me Teddy Pendergrass Pleasure
behind closed doors on the living room floor
Ecstasy and Bliss in one single kiss.
Instead of love, give me Devotion;
Candles and prayers, incense and songs,
Worship the curls in my hair, the waves in my hips.
Give me Devotion undying Like a warrior at war, you'd fight for me.

Instead of love, give me Serenity
Sharing peaceful space where no words speak grace.
Give me serene nights of meditation, not lamentation,
And then, maybe then,
We can talk about Love.

 



En Una Noche Mexica
Me quito de orgullo y conocimiento
Sobre todo lo que pense saber
Y mejor recojo los pedazos
De informacion mas utiles
Porque aunque creo que lo he sabido todo,
No he aprendido nada
Y ahora entiendo donde tengo que empezar.

Pero si hay algo que necesito no olvidar,
Hay algo que no puedo reprimir,
Y es la memoria de mi historia
En esta tierra, en este pais;
Algo que ahora suena mas fuerte en mi corazon
Haciendolo latir-- quizas no con la misma vibracion,
Pero si tejiendo una melodia familiar
De una anciana generacion.

Vamos aprendiendo como caminar
Y nuestra tradicion conservar,
Paso con paso dejando la vida automatica,
Por una mas fundamental.

Es un orgullo conocer
Todo lo que nunca me imagine
Y poco a poco
Formando un pedazito de hoy con lo de ayer.
cuicaollintzin 10/17/2009 6:00 p.m.
.


 




Let me tell you a little about myself:



Vengo donde hay un barrio,
18, 26, Commercial
Donde el sudor del obrero
Suena lamentar en la ciudad.

Vengo de donde se lucha por escuelas
Y se mata en las esquinas,
Vengo de donde se reclama por el derecho humano
Y se explota por el dinero envenenado.
De donde por dia se iluminan las calles de eloteros y fruteros
Y de noche de oficiales y pandilleros.
Soy de donde hay un arbol para debajo descansar,
Ese mismo que se usa para negociar
Soy de un mundo creado por maldad,
Soy de donde mis padres eligieron para familia criar.


Vengo de inviernos bajo cero
Donde no existen dias sin labor
Raza amaneciendo con el frio
Por que han dejado en su tierra el calor.
Vengo de dos idiomas inculcados
Dejando atras el ancestral;
Por eso mismo sobrevivo buscando
Mi identidad espiritual


Vengo donde hay un barrio
La Villita, Pilsen, Sur de Chicago
Donde el camino del obrero
Deja huellas de dolor por la ciudad
Vengo del orgullo Mexicano
Donde el derecho del humano
Esta desperdiciado en vano
Por causa de la ignorancia
O simplemente por no haber importancia
Suficiente para mantenernos firmes en nuestros barrios
Sin la intrusa policia reventando las cabezas
De la juventud con violencia.


Vengo donde hay un barrio
Listo para luchar
Donde el espiritu nunca se mata
Solo la revolucion hace provocar!






For my Querida Madrecita

Woman of Labor...Centuries in chains under restrain taught to sustain her voice
and never complain about the cruelty and shame she is being put through still today
Woman of labor, No one can detain what Mother Earth has bred
Our spirit is free, ready to lead
having led for years and years the struggles of poverty and humility
The humble, but strong can no longer prolong their divine destiny to make right from wrong
Sister of labor, it`s you and me, me and you that are going to get through
this mad world where you`re made to scavenge
like society`s squirrel working THEIR shops while you bleed YOUR sweat
honoring pathetic wages
AND STILL HAVEN`T LOST DIGNITY, YET!
Break free from misery!
Your fate is not pushing cloth under a needle
soldering iron for machines that will vacate some poor village
don`t you see the irony behind the plan?
"use the poor to get rich because their too dumb to understand!"
Woman of labor, with your family to bear
you`re not their`s to own
for them to declare that a woman means nothing, that a woman knows nothing, that a woman feels nothing!
They have not walked your path of warrior instinct...OF NOTHING TO HIDE!
Mother of labor, nine months of pain to endure without disdain
Do they even know your name? Tonantzin! Madre Virge! Malintzin!
You`re battles are fought every day: raped, molested, or battered, constantly harassed
Never making enough to get more than by
and always praying to be blessed with 10 cents more for a raise for five years of time
Time...consumed by the toxic gases that your safety glasses can no longer prevent
and lungs can no longer vent the poison that their money injects in your weary heart
And yet, you get up every morning ready to start their routine...your guillotine.
My mother is a woman of labor
centuries in chains
under restrain
taught to sustain her voice
and never complain
about the cruelty and shame
she is being put through STILL TODAY!
Break free, Brown Queen!
This is not your fate!
Liberty is at our reach
and the world is ours to take!(La Mujercita)




 





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