My body is like the land
Lush and wild
Untamed and beautiful
The hairy expanse of my thighs
Mirroring the long rolling hills of forest
The smooth perkiness of my breasts
Reflecting the heartbreaking heights of mountains
The soft brownness of my skin
Matching the fecund loam of the earth.
My body was once untouched by the white man’s Rapaciousness
And then
They came with their guns
And their ships
And their Pox
They came with their Great White God
And their Great White Book
They came with their promise of “civilization” in one hand
The lash in the other
Civilization always seems just out of reach
The lash is always too close
–
400 hundred years
And 1600 seasons later
She says
I don’t see race!
He replies
Will someone please think of the white Man!
And my head is pounding
‘Cause My body is still colonized
The land of my foremothers is still being desecrated
And I am still struggling to survive in a world
That hates all things
Trans*/Brown/Queer/Woman
Pushing my way against the swiftly-moving river
Of violence and lack of resources
That somehow has managed to make itself invisible
They say that we’ve come a long way
That so many things have changed
That hope has come at last
But now I’m fighting for recognition of my oppression
On top of the oppression itself
And it’s like trying to scream
When your attacker is already at your throat
Like trying to escape a thousand tiny pinpricks
While your whole body chained to the ground
Like having rocks tied to your feet
Being thrown into the sea to drown
And never dying
–
Say something in Spanish for me
He demanded
As if the language of my people was a
Circus trick
That I was required to perform at his request
As if my vocal chords were his to command
How’s this
Come mierda y muérete
Colonization is the stuff
Forced Silence/Forced Speech
Is made of.