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El viento

throughout the barrios the colonias and the ciudades the wind el viento ehecatl sursurra whispers volando el viento va limpiando cleaning out our communities by sweeping out all those old…

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Insurrection Code 314

The mother sat with their babies in the dark quiet waiting to be fed frack mush during meal time waiting for those few minutes the lights would be turned on…

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Xicana with an X

She lifted up the back of her shirt slowly. She had forgotten all about it since the day the mirror broke. She reached as far as she could up her back with her finger and found it. There it was.

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Letters from the inside – a poem

Here is a link to 20+ handwritten (and now digitized, shareable) letters, written and drawn by imprisoned mothers and children, for your review. Please take a moment to read them, they were written just for you...

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Yanaguana, 1984

Once there was a little girl somewhere around the age of four in a city in the land whose name had been forgotten but that they now called "San Antonio."…

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Indigenous Xicana Rising
Fuerza de Mujer by Acaxochitl Cavazos

Indigenous Xicana Rising

I come from Texas. I am indigenous. I am Xicana. I am Nican Tlaca. We might not remember her indian names any more but Texas was and is holy land.

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