I used to know how to fly
I became terrestrial ever since Teotihuacán became mortal…
I am emerging out of Teotihuacan,
the place of goddesses and gods,
that is, our original peoples
Every day is indigenous people’s day.
Every year since 1492
has been filled with indigenous hope
and then more resistance.
Every day since January 1, 1994,
indigenous men and women, indigenous communities,
reset the clock,
changed the vision of global justice,
walked again whole upon the land
and began building a new way of old life,
where no one is excluded,
where everyone is indispensable
to being in good relationship
to the natural world and her daughters, sons, babies, youth, elders and ancestors.
Today we have a lot to remember
and to remind ourselves
that each one of our communities and peoples,
has a story to be told,
a story that does not end in this mess called
settler colonialism, neocolonialism, neoliberalism, capitalism,
fracking us and the land.
On Indigenous People’s Day,
honor and celebrate the original peoples and the only land,
the only air/wind, the only water of the only earth we have.
October 13 is give Mother Earth a Rest Day:
Unplug, use little or no electricity,
don’t use the car, the tv, fb, the cell phone, the lights.
Don’t break mother earth silence for one day.
El 13 de Octubre es el día de descanso para la tierra madre:
usen poca o nada de electricidad,
no prendan carros, la tele, la radio, fb, el celular, la luz;
mantengan silencio por un día…
1492 return to the source
1492 won’t end till we end it.
My grandmother had vision and could see as far as the sun.
My grandfather had life
and could see the roots, the soil
and the soil and ancestors upholding his life.
We remember the generosity of our ancestors.
We let them possess our cries and our joy
with the smile of their resistance and insistence
on life made of many lives and lifes.
because they remembered to live for us and the land.
526 years and counting.
The US has less than 5% of the worlds’s humans
and is eating up the planet,
trashing the oceans,
incinerating ancestors to fuel its engines,
grinding down relatives, mining bodies and souls
to make TVs cellphones drugs homes and cars for their pleasures.
Whoever doesn’t remember 1492 will be forgotten,
eating the shit of predators
and condemning our children to the finite servitude of shelf-life.
1492 is the expiration date of capitalism.
1492 is the birthdate of the new humanity
that will dismantle this Eurocentric mess.
1492 is the memory of old ways
adapting to the fault-lines
of the abused ancestors and her descendants and ascendants.
For some of us the old ways are just a generation away
For some of us the old ways are grandmother
For some of us the old ways are just having a home, a place, love,
that calls us theirs ours our own.
1492 won’t go away till we find another way
where we a belong together.
We can go back to 1492 and make things right for humanity.
[October 8 2018]