Diaspora De L’angélique
We moved, then settled,
erasing our warrior ancestry.
Spilt bloods, captured in oil,
celebrated with hallow planks of redwood desire,
Here too are the remnants of genocide;
Oh look how they smile.
I crossed rivers, bridges and borders
from La Mirada to the Avenues;
I slept while gunshots wept
And helicopters screamed ownership of
Father Sky’s Face.
Yes, I jumped fences, through barbed wired
only to find more
metal twisted in my pathway.
Now I walk barefoot,
I released the shackles of yesterday.
Looking back, I see the trail of blood sweat and tears I have left.
Looking forwards I see the trail of tears that still flows before me.
We came, from Arizona, from Mexico, from Los Angeles,
our names forgotten
our past rewritten
our hearts still beating.