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[bondvagabond]

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Julia de Burgos, Carlos Irizarry (1981), oil on canvas.

[boricuadiaspora]

Julia de Burgos (1914-1953)

Julia de Burgos was born in Carolina, Puerto Rico and worked as a teacher before moving to New York, where she would become a journalist. She is however, most well-known for her poetry that focused on feminist and social justice themes. She was a major advocate for the empowerment of women and Afro-Latin writers. 

In her poem “Yo MIsma Fui Mi Ruta (I Was My Own Route)”, de Burgos portrays the oppression of gender roles and the expectations placed on women by a patriarchal society. At first, the protagonist is playing into these expectations, wanting to be an object of desire, but then she goes against them. She is seeing her own way, her own identity. 

I wanted to be like men wanted me to be: an attempt at life; a game of hide and seek with my being. But I was made of nows, and my feet level on the promissory earth would not accept walking backwards and went forward, forward, mocking the ashes to reach the kiss of new paths. At each advancing step on my route forward my back was ripped by the desperate flapping wings of the old guard. But the branch was unpinned forever, and at each new whiplash my look separated more and more and more from the distant familiar horizons; and my face took the expansion that came from within, the defined expression that hinted at a feeling of intimate liberation; a feeling that surged from the balance between my life and the truth of the kiss of the new paths. Already my course now set in the present, I felt myself a blossom of all the soils of the earth, of the soils without history, of the soils without a future, of the soil always soil without edges of all the men and all the epochs. And I was all in me as was life in me... I wanted to be like men wanted me to be: an attempt at life; a game of hide and seek with my being. But I was made of nows; when the heralds announced me at the regal parade of the old guard, the desire to follow men warped in me, and the homage was left waiting for me.

[erik-mann]

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[nuyoricanjulia]

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Julia de Burgos was able to attend the University of Puerto Rico where she received her teaching degree. After graduating, Burgos then moved to Cuba for a short period of time after falling in love. While in Cuba, Burgos' life was consumed by her political involvement with the Nationalist Party and increased her time writing and publishing writing pieces.

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Julia de Burgos pudo asistir a la Universidad de Puerto Rico donde recibió su título de profesora. Después de graduarse, Burgos se mudó a Cuba por un corto período de tiempo después de enamorarse. Mientras estaba en Cuba, la vida de Burgos fue consumida por su implicación política con el Partido Nacionalista y aumentó su tiempo escribiendo y publicando escritos.

[lasantera]

To Julia de Burgos People now murmur that I am your enemy For they claim that in verses I reveal your essence to the world. They lie, Julia de Burgos. They lie, Julia de Burgos. The voice uplifted in my verses is not your own: it is mine, For you are garment and I essence; And the greatest abyss lies between the two. You are the cold-blooded puppet of social deceit, And I, the driving splendour of human truth. You, of courtesan hypocrisies…the honey; not I; Whose heart is revealed in my poems…all. You are like your world, selfish; not I; Who dares all to be what I truly am. You are merely the implacable, elegant lady; Not I; I am life, I am strength, I am woman. You belong to your husband, to your master; not I; I belong to no one, or to everyone, because to all, everyone, In wholesome feeling and thought, I give myself. You curl your locks and paint yourself, not I; I am curled by the wind; brightened by the sun. You are homebound, resigned, submissive, Confined to the whims of men; not I; I am Rocinante galloping recklessly Wandering through the boundaries of God’s justice. You are not in command of self; everyone rules you: You are ruled by your husband, your parents, relatives, The priest, the seamstress, theatre, club, The car, jewels, the banquet, champagne, Heaven and hell and… social hearsay. But not me, I am ruled by my heart alone, My sole thought; it is “I” who rules myself. You, aristocratic blossom; and I, the people’s blossom. You are well provided for, but are indebted to everyone, While I, my nothingness to no one owe. You, nailed to the stagnant ancestral dividend; And I, but one digit in the social cipher. We are the encroaching, inevitable duel to the death. When the multitude uncontrolled runs, The ashes of injustices, burnt, left behind, And when with the torch of the seven virtues, The throng to the seven sins gives chase, I will be against you and against all That is unjust and inhuman. Upholding the torch… I shall be among the throng. — #juliadeburgos (at Highbridge, Bronx) https://www.instagram.com/p/B_KPEzMJDlb/?igshid=9w180gx7qm49