in san cristobal de las casas: notion 87.

notion 87.

my past was colorful,
and my people wore bright colors
even though they have/had
what the west considers nothing.
(how can i not get sad or angry,
but what will these emotions
“set things straight?”
but the north has set me cold.
how can i let it happen?
to the other children?
thanks to capitalism,
we are all children of the streets.

my country and continent
is something for europeans,
for their descendents and tourists
to come exploit and visit.
an economy dependent on the money
some pale face may bring.
my past was colorful
like the flowers of xochimilco,
but the north is so cold,
and murders it all with
its society
now spreading globally.


2 thoughts on “in san cristobal de las casas: notion 87.

  1. I grew up near Cherokee, NC, USA, and to this day,
    I cannot believe that most “United Statesians” in their egocentricity,
    Have no idea what lies beneath our current lives:
    Those stories and histories and unspoken tales of white governments doing as they please, and letting the rest just suffer. To think that a people who have successfully maintained their identity and homeland, and live there still, could be among those who are counted “poor” or “underprivileged” in the 21st Century.
    Staggers the mind.


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