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
do?)
“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.

08.10.2005.