I ask my mother if she’s hungry,
We are starving for justice
we have been craving it since before our birth
since then, my mother pulled at my umbilical cord and asked that I fight.
I have not been fed yet.
I am still connected to my mother
our metaphysical umbilical cord keeps us both in starvation
I cannot be full until she is,
biology works that way.
She sung me lullabies saying,
“M’ija tienes que luchar,”
She warned me about the men
that’ll come in and out of me
only to prove
that they were powerful enough to make me love them,
but could not love me back.
I did not take her warning seriously.
Love has been disguised as a patriarchal form of feeling
When my father touches my mother’s face
that she flinches.
When men give themselves the power to touch my best friend
because her skirt said, “I am asking for it,”
and for some reason that mute idea was louder than her screams.
We are starving for justice, they have not fed us.
My school said, I’d be the architect of my education.
I believed them.
but they gave me a brick, instead of a pencil.
I’ve been building my future with bricks on my back,
and the struggles of my parents in the fields, within my heart.
My school said, “I’d be the architect of my education,”
but I still have not been given a pencil.
And instead I’ve become a construction worker,
building my future brick by brick, with little to no acknowledgement.
and my goodness, I am tired.
and even so, I am afraid that my home will crumble.
My mother’s fear has always been
not to have enough money to house us.
but she forgets we come from broken homes.
We are starving for justice,
and they have yet to feed us.
My mother picks the strawberries they love so much
the same people who despise “illegals,”
the same people that say this is their land
with their skewed version of history.
My mother warned me about the people that will pull at my skin,
hard enough to remove the brown on me.
She warned me about the hunger I would feel,
she apologized for this.
This is not her doing,
she is not to blame.
We are starving,
but we will not stop fighting
until we are fed the justice that we deserve.
my mother will receive a plate
large enough to fill the wounds
that she’s been left with.
Because my mother has green eyes and dirty blonde hair, una mexicana güera
Y mi papa es de sangre Purépecha
Yo fui la morena
Como mi abuela
Así me gritaban
A little girl,
That brown is beautiful
"Why couldn’t I be white like my mom"
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In that case, I wouldn’t date a guy who’s ever been to a strip club.
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The newyorker is giving free access to their archives going back to 2007, and it inspired us to compile a short but hot list of must-reads for the rest of the summer. The website also has a new design that makes it easier to read long-forms like the ones listed below….
Water for those without access in Detroit.
Empowerment programs for POCs.
Humane refugee spaces for those seeking it coming from Central America.
Reparations and a push back against environmental racism