Voy a ser canuda!
Como las cenizas que dan después del fuego
Marcando sus rastros en oscuridad
Pesados sobre mi cabeza
Exhibiendo las huellas de mis pasos
Dicen que lo gris representa
Consecuencia
Madurez
Experiencia
Será la condena de
Mis grandes amores
Mis grandes dolores
Tal vez sean fantasmas de las lecciones de mi tierra
Ancestros manifestantes guiando mi vida
Que tal si mi raíz descolorida representa mi tatarabuela?
Que en paz descansa
En el trigo celestial de mi pelo
Entonces mi fe colorea mi pensamiento
Que cada cana
Representa la miel
De nuestro poder
Detenido en rostro de juventud y historia
Author: J.Mar
I was born and raised in Kern County in an unincorporated area of Kern, CA. My parents moved there in the 90s to make a living as farm workers. Watching them barter their bodies, homelands, and family for a chance at the “American Dream” has caused me to reflect. My writing here is largely the unceremonious unpacking and repacking of what was won and lost in this exchange.
My version of the dream consists of completing a PhD in Public Policy. I currently study public finance, public participation, and remittances in Mexico. I am also generally interested in the Latinx public finance experience.
I’ve learned to be cautiously optimistic about the future.
Lastly, I love plants and cleaning is a freeing ritual to me.
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