Yolotzin

homesick

mango con chile

of beauty & breaking by amir sulaiman

i have no way to clothe
what i have laid naked
no way to hide the burning sun
i am nearly unconscious
barely existing
love is pressing
me out of living
out of dying

who would want their heart broken
but now that mine has been split open
i wonder who would want their heart closed

ever

can you drink from the coconut without striking it
can you smell the aloeswood without lighting it

so much sweetness is violent
so much beauty in breaking

can you birth without bleeding
and crying
and breathing
and dying

ive been lying
living
on the outside of life
bleeding my gums on the coconut’s shell

until i smashed my hardened heart
against harder rocks
living is a labor
dying is an art

make no mistake
i am injured
ruptured
my heart
a sweet
sun warmed mango
lying open
its juice unruly
flagrant
sultry fragrant
insane and sacred
noble and naked

verses like vagrants
strangers in places
that were once home

i no longer have one of those

i am in nowhere
never
nothing
neither past nor future

now

i am
nearly unconscious
barely existing
love is pressing
me out of living
out of dying

3 months ago -

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Friends and neighbors will say, What happened to that Esperanza? Where did she go with all those books and paper? Why did she march so far away?

They will not know I have gone away to come back. For the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out

The House On Mango Street by Sandra Cisneros (via yesixicana)

(via dreaminginspanish)

3 months ago -

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(Source: notjustnacho, via erosum)

4 months ago -

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mexandthecity:

MARINA: Amnesty International celebrates its 50th Anniversary. The Cultural Center Tlatelolco in Mexico City is exhibiting a selection of posters by world renown artists like Pablo Picasso’s “The Dove and the Prisoner” from 1959. The show opens today and runs through January 29th. See the MX website for more information.

4 months ago -

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Reframing how we address Latinidades. Let us not forget the complexity of our histories.

4 months ago

I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger than reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I can not transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn’t impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.

Anais Nin

4 months ago -

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osram-akoma:

“Radical simply means “grasping things at the root.”

― Angela Davis

(via ethiopienne)

4 months ago -

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ethiopienne:

theawesomeladyblog:

“I write not only what I want to read… I write all the things I should have been able to read.”

~ Alice Walker

I want to be her when I grow up.

4 months ago -

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Encontrando nuestras historias en el maiz

:)

4 months ago

Yolotzin

Friends and neighbors will say, What happened to that Esperanza? Where did she go with all those books and paper? Why did she march so far away? They will not know I have gone away to come back. For the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out

Friends and neighbors will say, What happened to that Esperanza? Where did she go with all those books and paper? Why did she march so far away?

They will not know I have gone away to come back. For the ones I left behind. For the ones who cannot out