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Incessant, melodramatic frivolous nature… Perhaps, but it makes perfect sense to me! does!
ME…
http://debbiegodinez1.blogspot.com/2012/04/body-is-missing.html
dedicated to my grandma/ Abuelita,
Arturo Islas, The Rain God
Speak Fear/ Speak Near
Abuelita, Lupita de la Cantina.
Nieta de Lupe… Napowrimo begins with the limbo and prospect of loss of a totally unique, lovable—strong tempered, STOIC, womyn!!! Who paved the way for two daughters… who paved the way for some of her nietos y nietas including me…
Me dijo una ves cuando estaba encarcelara y de vaga en las calles esperando como me iba poner hasta las chanclas de alla “Mija, pues, aqui estamos, aqui te esperamos, cuando vas a venir?” Who wasn’t about talking about her feelings or mine or any of ours but was here for the latter half of the twentieth century making sure we were all accounted for… from a high powered “international attorney” who she supported in his early days of his career, to an uneducated daugther, who she supported because of the lost relationships—the torn lives of families that are separated by transnational deformity. To the youngest granddaughter who she witness struggle through the University system after rehab and building ties with family again… I was supported by this particularly empowered chanting womyn who did only one thing pa dar me esperanzas —-she chanted her prayers… even in hiding. making sure her sacred space was protected. Aqui y ayi te espero…
I am unpopular and reviled and I revel in it. Because it teaches me something about the world.
Silence..
paradox…
It’s funny because I have laughed a lot at racial jokes in the past. What are you going to do? sometimes somethings sound clever because language is that way… tricky, tricky—because then it’s just like your perpetuating the oppressions.