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Published On: Wed, Feb 17th, 2010

The Poetry Of Jaletza Arias: Mis Raices

This poem is part of a special presentation of The Poetry of Señoritas Latinas Unidas Sorority, Inc. If you are interested in seeing the entire collection of poetry submitted by this organization, click here.


Mis
Raices

By:
Jaletza Arias
 

I pull and pull

Dug deep inside to accept it…

Flaws they bring to light

Looking in the mirror continuing to
face defeat

And remember my past  

Fighting myself, wishing to conform

To be accepted because I – 

Cannot look in the mirror anymore   

THESE ROOTS!  

Of a past that mature into a future
tense

As much as I try to pull…ignore…straighten… 

Cut them loose…

Ancestors past haunt me…  

Remembering the pain and struggle

Men, women, and children betrayed

Forced labor…

Rape…

Disease ridden lands

Indios     

Dying           

Dying                        

Dying  

Dead  

Africans arrive to supplement their
time

Chained to cut sugar cane

For teas we drink today

Genes passed on

Etched on skin

En cada rostro que cambia….

Una nueva herencia  

OUR SLAVERY!  

To be different

Have silky smooth skin

In Light shades

With Pin. Straight. Hair.  

MY ROOTS

Bad Tight curls

Nose

Lips

Hips

Good Light skin    

 ¡ADELANTAR LA RAZA!  

We are not marching for a revolution

Accept our past and change our present

Accept who we are once and for all

Mixing our pasts

Planting new seeds of life

Trying to forget where we came from
 
 

¡VIVIR LA REVOLUCION!  

For we must break FREE!

Allow the past to nurture the future

Generation to generation to generation
  
 

I        am now           free

Choosing to embrace these roots –

From the depths of my soul

Carry my ancestor's goals

Heavy on my heart

Ready to wade thru the sea of all those
against me

Against YOU

Against us

Ready to continue the battle they once
lost

Wage the war they could not fight

No longer purifying the blood that
coarse through my veins

Fighting these demons

As they pray that I too shall be in
chains

Carrying me away for fighting the war
and living the revolution

The Poetry Of Jaletza Arias: Mis Raices