Mestizaje Luz Aguirre
I come from the prelude; awakened by my thrashing heart I come from the faint threshold of consciousness I was ingenuity, then crushed by injustice My sadness comes from indifference And from the despair that grows in the bones of explaining to others to look at me as an individual, judge me for my sins, they are many, and not place upon me the sins of others. I am Mestiza I am what we haven’t been I am Everything I am Nothing I am politically and culturally incorrect I’ve changed with each revolution and look at the future with new cultural pains The longing for something better is universal and ever present My armor is my rebozo.
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