An Indigenous woman Kidnapped, enslaved Sees a chance for revenge To topple an empire That abused her people A stratified society Of nobles and priests Of macehualtin Of warriors Of slaves Power-hoard
Bread for the dead We leave offerings for the dead What if we also made offerings For the living Offerings for those who aren’t remembered Who are forgotten before death Who were forgotten as children
Soy mi lengua, mis palabras Words of love of hopes and dreams The requests and lies that have Passed through my lips The words of understanding and love Of frustration and anger Hopeful words, loving
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