Dear Colonizer,
In blood, lay our iridescent complexities. Because your blood stained palms Couldn’t and won’t smother our flame. We remain luminous by blood. Because your blood stained palms collided for prayer through manifest destiny but, we remain luminous by blood. Even through la kolonisasyon of our womynhood. collided for prayer through manifest destiny but, You never pray for the life of my ancestors you killed. Even through la kolonisasyon of our womynhood, We heal. You never pray for the life of my ancestors you killed. Even when your perverted seeds, see my spirit, mind, soul, skin, and body as less, We heal. Aking katawan. Mi cuerpo. My garden, not yours. You thought! You could obliterate our blood but, you Couldn’t and won’t smother our flame. Mijx, self-care & self-love is a the most revolutionary way of resistance. In blood, lay our iridescent complexities.
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Again, my heartbeat fills the room
Just as my thoughts filled my head White faces and pink faces None of them brown yellow or red Just as my thoughts filled my head I am not meant to be here None of them brown yellow or red Crack breaks open the pinata of fear I am not meant to be here I must mutilate this kinky curly hair Crack breaks open the pinata of fear Be yourself? Little girl don’t you dare I must mutilate this kinky curly hair This brown skin seems pregnant with parasites Be yourself? Little girl don’t you dare Wings severed at the bone for fear of flight This brown skin seems pregnant with parasites White faces and pink faces Wings severed at the bone for fear of flight Again, my heartbeat fills the room By:Drew Bernard I just met these people, really great people.
I can't understand what they are saying, but they look cool. They took all of my dietys. Forced me this white colored lady for me to praise. I can't understand what they are saying. They killed all of my aunties, uncles, but my siblings are alive. Forced this white lady upon me to praise. I'm Scared. My aunts, uncles, and grandparents are gone, hug me my siblings. I'm learning to speak the white man's language. I'm scared. If i don't follow them, they hurt me. I hate these people. I'm hungry, I miss Nanay's cooking. They took all my dietys. I hate these people. I just met these people, REALLY GREAT PEOPLE. This is a Pantoum poem about how Spain invaded and colonized the Philippines. Intended to portray the pain and fear these kids felt during the whole process. Life is a struggle sometimes.
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