Syncretism
Blended, duality
Como café con leche
Although my skin is more
Leche then café
Like destruction and birth
Like diosa Coatlicue
Coatlicue with her serpent skirt
I wonder what she
Was trying to keep out
Probably…you, papi
With your pure leche skin
And maize colored hair
Coatlicue knew they would come
And try to infiltrate the sanctity
Of her
Of our
Womandhood
Try to look up that skirt
!Cochinos!
She was right
And here you are
On hand on my thigh
And the other
Clinging to your money
Because as down as you want to be
That
Will always hold you up
And hold you back
Not because we can’t
But because you can’t
Get past it
And the idiosyncrasies of
Your
Otra cultura
You need to live
With your soul
You need
To live
With your soul, papi
If only sometimes
I have learned that it
Is not
As antiseptic
As we
Would like
And feeling is acceptable
Coatlicue knew you would come
History repeats
Our people are constantly being conquered
Conquered by gente
That looks like us
Conquered by people
That look like you
Conquered
By the media
And the government
And you
You
Conquered me
You conquered me papi
My tia said she’d burn a candle for you
She should have burned one
For me.
