Tag Archives: brown

Post the Eighty-Forth or For Cherríe

I am not

Your daughter

The apple that slipped

Through your brown

calloused mouth

Was never meant

For me

But I see


Within me

Our vision clouded

By the heartache

De nuestra Madre


¿Por que?

¿Por que?

¿Por que?”

Why did they


my Daughters?


With a body

That betrayed me

Mi india


My gender

@ odds

There is no factory setting

But they told me

I was built


And so

Do you


Yo sí sé

Que somos


Because who else

Could see


My queer brown (trans) woman


Post the Seventy-Third or For Fierce Brown Mamas

Conflict minerals

As if

The diamonds that encrusted

Her neck

Were not paid for in blood

As if

Someone just argued over them

As if

They weren’t clawed out of the Mother’s belly

By fingers filthy with the gore of greed and madness

As if

There wasn’t a reason why

Our lands and our bodies continue

To be pillaged

She holds her baby tight to her bosom


That the toxic fumes of colonialism

And industrialization

Won’t kill her child


Transfigure it beyond


This is for all the

Fierce Brown Mamas

Who hold it down

Who work two jobs

And raise three kids

Who risk deportation

And rape

Who push against


Of the Welfare Queen

Or The Neverending Strength of

Black Women

This is for those Mamas

Who give

And give

And give

So that her future generations will


Who fight

And fight

And fight

For their family’s


This is for those Mamas who never had kids

This is for all of us

Whose insides

Will never match our outsides

For those of us

That are pursued

By hearts filled with

Avarice and fear

For those of us

Whose glory is unmatched

Saved by the Sun

This is for those of us

Who refuse to have our

Stories and Herstories

Erased or rewritten

For convenience

For those of us

Who refuse to be silenced

For those of us who

Stand and Fight

With glitter, fake eyelash and

High Heel

Against the pollution of our



Is never simple

But it is