Conformity kills creativity

Snap, take the photo

In this “reality  show”

Ever-one wants to be famous                                           

Obedient to rules set by white men

Living in a “face” instead reading a “book”

See vanity and egocentrism

Is no different than politrikkks cops lies on a megaphone

In a system created to keep us encage(s)

telling us to vote for the lesser of two evils

…liberation on poverty slave wages

 we lost in nations full of miscommunications

where we believe the lies fed to us in tv stations

fill out, application after application

dead ends, looking for food to feed our babies

Disrespecting muxeres, calling us whores for walking down a street

See brown skin tones, carry beauty in survival

knowledge

No nacimos pa ser a sexual object

Smash into the future unknown

Fears tell us suicide feels more real than living in fantasies

Calling us Illegal, voiceless, raped of the ways of our peoples struggle of survival

Cada noche, I hear ancestors mournings

I come from a place invaded by guns war genocide

I ask to be released from toxic captivity

So I respire creativity

 my life is worth something greater than my being

to give birth to a seed within me

Encoded embedded in motions

Flores de tierras lejanas

inspiración con calma

dicen que canto poesía

le doy fuego alas al arte

pero simplemente soy María Luisa la que pinta pa’ amarte

radiant as the questions left in pauses

Witnessed elders sharing words of rebellion and guidance

rose up to stand firmly grounded

And here I am Poesia MariArte pa darte

Fire and Water: two contractions that create my  reality

I carry a light that dims with silence

I am the descendent of slaves brought on a ship to a continent

By ancestors who raped native bodies  

And with that I am a reminder

Light skin colonized

In this world of illusions

Torn between the past and future, I forget to live in the present

Telling me I am not brown, red, black enough to fit into these boxes

Created by caste systems of dominance

I refuse to be feed into the lies

And free my body

You see,

I am as mixed as maize

The grief inside me

manifested creatively

from intense pain clashes in

lyrics destroying  theories

codes interwoven between controversies

Defiant to a script

I find inner peace

With seeds

carried across generations

We are our ancestors’ melodies