tainted imitations

pressed and compressed into this silence that must be indulged fully to acquire some sense of success. stressed and depressed because we fall into the holes into the cracks into the darkest corners of guilt. where must one draw the line between being up and being down. being more and being less. what must one consider as being less when all we've got is us. our two hands full of callouses and cuts. burns and scrapes. dirt and years of carrying the tears of our past. dressed in attire that contradicts our origin, but that must be expressed in order to fit in. to assimilate. to be considered more. must we imitate what is being dictated to us to impress those who messed with our dignity. our fervor, our great dedication to germinate the seeds of passion. we are painted,   tainted and  well acquainted but does this mean that we are betraying those closet to us when we have to explain why we do what we do? why we can't stay? why our comfort zone is no longer a safe zone to engage in because sooner or later it will turn its back against us and constrain our every chance of basic survival? should i break apart and decipher what it is means to be an educated mexican girl who despite being born here feels like she isn't worth anybody's time? where do these feelings of insecurity, inferiority, and insatiability stem from? painted, tainted, and well acquainted am i when the more i move ahead the more inconceivable my path seems to be...i am painted with the colors of red, white, blue, and green..i am tainted with the stars and stripes, serpent and eagle...with two histories that whether i like it or not, are merged into one being that must learn to imitate and take from both worlds, yet clash with each being and indulge in a bitter engagement of expression when one is seen as less? a piece of her breaks off when she cannot even pronounce words, phrases from the language her mother bared in her womb. she has become a mere imitation of nothing. she has been tainted with ideas that are not her own and in her state of confusion and delusion..her wounds grow deeper and deeper as her story gets longer and longer...as her story gets tainted and she sinks deeper in this pressed and compressed illusion of two clashing worlds...

Blind is all we are

Like the little duckling who follows her mother, I have learned to follow blindly. Yes, that's how these corporations want us to be...blind. Blind about what events occur around us just kilometers away and around the globe. Blind about where our water comes from and where our so-called "food" comes from, how it's made and what ingredients constitute it. Blind about how our money gets spent and distributed. Blind about the truth behind closed doors. Meetings, conspiracies, bribes, profits, misleading talks, lies,social classes clashing, competing, fighting, resisting, charging against the flames of the opponent. Using every weapon imaginable. Raising their voices without yielding, with the sound of our loud stories comes the truth to the forefront of reality and as more and more people find out their is no turning back. We are living, breathing, testimonies of what the world is leading towards. It is up to us, we must educate our tongues. Do not forget that being blind will let fall deeper into the abyss.