No Hay Verguenza - Para el barrio, This song is for the neighborhoods that are taken from PoC. The homes we are kicked out of to accommodate white folk, the restaurants, small businesses, the styles and languages that have been striped from us. Our culture, our smell, our hair, our accent, our everything, is ours. It is not to be glamorized or tokenized. We are not here to paint you pretty murals on 18th street. We aren’t here to be your friend,nor are we here to hold your hand while you work through your white guilt and white supremacy, we’re here to take back what is ours. You’re not trendy because you were Azteca patterns. This idea that being brown is ‘in’, but yet we have never been accepted. White folk have appropriated everything that PoC have, and get all the praise. But not anymore, We’re here. No se puede negar nuesta indentidad y tu puedes negar que existimos pero no nos vamos a desaparecer! Limpia -The past year has been emotionally and mentally exhausting. I have tried my best to power through it. It is a battle not only to get out of bed every morning, but to go outside. I hide myself in my room for days and hope to visit coffee shops, the grocery store, my own place of employment without fear. Without checking over my shoulder to see if someone I know has hurt is me is there. I question whether or not I am welcome in certain public spaces, scope out restaurants before seating. This song is about being afraid to leave your room, to talk at all, to check your inbox on tumblr, to be alive sometimes. I wrote this while catching a flight to Austin, Texas. This song is about self growth, self care, and being your own priority even if that means dropping out of punk, leaving things unfinished and taking a step back to take two steps forward. Liberación -Por mi familia, mi sangre, mis amigos. For the white people who see us (Latinx) as nothing more than ‘gangbangers’ ‘hood rats’. We are people too. We are allowed to be violent and loud too. For the children lost in the deserts, the families broken apart by border portal, for the people who pick our fruit for less than a dollar an hour. The government tells us they do not want us here because we are dangerous, because we bring crime and drugs. The war on drugs no es a war on drugs, it is a war on brown and black people. They do not want us here because we brown, because they are afraid. For the undocumented, the family members who can not return to their home country in fear of deportation, the bilingual children who speak for their parents at the doctor, the people who are trained to hate themselves because we are not white, because our skin cracks under the sun, because our eyes are not blue or green, because our accent slips out when we get excited. Y tambien para los ninos we leave behind, the ones who fall into the cracks, who go missing either in the desert to find a better home, or go missing in their neighborhood trying to do what they can to make ends meet. For the police officers who shame us, spit on us, beat us, who fear us.