"Let me say, at the risk of sounding ridiculous, that a true revolutionary is guided by great feelings of love." Ernesto "Che" Guevara
What's up folks! Just though I'd finally upgrade this space and share some of my more recent pieces. It was time for a makeover so, I hope to hear some of your feedback.
I hope that you find yourself in the best of health and spirits.
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)
"A strong woman works out every day to keep her body in shape, but a woman of strength kneels in prayer to keep her soul in shape." --Anonymous
