My body is like the landLush and wildUntamed and beautifulThe hairy expanse of my thighsMirroring the long rolling hills of forestThe smooth perkiness of my breastsReflecting the heartbreaking heights of mountainsThe soft brownness of my skinMatching the fecund loam of the earth.My body was once untouched by the white man’s RapaciousnessAnd thenThey came with their gunsAnd their shipsAnd their PoxThey came with their Great White GodAnd their Great White BookThey came with their promise of “civilization” in one handThe lash in the otherCivilization always seems just out of reachThe lash is always too close
400 hundred yearsAnd 1600 seasons laterShe saysI don’t see race!He repliesWill someone please think of the white Man!And my head is pounding‘Cause My body is still colonizedThe land of my foremothers is still being desecratedAnd I am still struggling to survive in a worldThat hates all thingsTrans*/Brown/Queer/WomanPushing my way against the swiftly-moving riverOf violence and lack of resourcesThat somehow has managed to make itself invisibleThey say that we’ve come a long wayThat so many things have changedThat hope has come at lastBut now I’m fighting for recognition of my oppressionOn top of the oppression itselfAnd it’s like trying to screamWhen your attacker is already at your throatLike trying to escape a thousand tiny pinpricksWhile your whole body chained to the groundLike having rocks tied to your feetBeing thrown into the sea to drownAnd never dying
Say something in Spanish for meHe demandedAs if the language of my people was aCircus trickThat I was required to perform at his requestAs if my vocal chords were his to commandHow’s thisCome mierda y muéreteColonization is the stuffForced Silence/Forced SpeechIs made of.