Chloe Robertson for #ERU | Korean-British
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Chloe Robertson for #ERU | Korean-British
African Mask Collage Activity at Living the Dream event at Mixed Blood Theatre Mpls.#art #activities #mixedblood #theatre #community #charrchr
I reshare the story Gonzalo Guerrero for 1 main reason. ⭕ For Native descendents who feel it is "hopeless" to decolonize and reintegrate ourselves back to our ancestral cultures. Guerrero was able to become fully immersed in Mayan culture in just 8 years, and he was not even of Mayan descent. The main barrier to decolonization is you. You gotta want it. REPOST from @santosdelosangeles - The story of #GonzaloGuerrero blew my mind when I heard it... He was one of 2 survivors #shipwrecked off the #Mayan #Yucatan 7 years before #HernanCortes invaded #Mexico...during this time Gonzalo, became completely #acculturated in #Mayan society, married #ZazilHa known as #IxChelCan daughter of #NaChanCan ..together they became the parents of the first #mixedBlood #halfBreed #mestizo children... ...Gonzalo had the opportunity to return among the #Colonizers and participate in enslaving the #indigenous population, but he declined this and instead fought to defend his new family and died among the Maya in a battle against #PedroDeAlvarado ...#decolonize #descolonizate #Anahuac -
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Too Colored
Too colored
That’s what he said
I would date you
But
Yeah
Well I really only
Date white women
And you’re like a
Sista
So
Right
He might have said
I was
Too old
Too fat
Too rough
Too many kids
Too broken
Called me a bitch
Or just maybe
Too much
But
Too colored
This black man
Who sat across the bed
From me
Any other thing
I would have shrugged
Off
Rolled down
My almost brown
Skin
Shook out of my
Straight like
Indian hair
Hair
Cuz it was
Indian hair
but
Too colored
Really?
I was bait and switch
Cuz I pass for white
On a cloudy day
And my eyes
To my mother’s great pride
Are hazel
I get it though
As he said
He just has more in common
With white people
So
It wasn’t actually my skin
That was
too colored
That was passable
Something else
The tilt of my chin maybe
The way my eyes
Squint up into the
Sun
That hard glint
That ancestral
Anger
Too colored
The set of my shoulders
Reminiscent of loads carried
Even the sway of my hips
My hands made
To husk corn
And flesh hides
Strong
unsuited for finer things
And my mouth
Of course my mouth
Wakialota
Talks a lot
Too colored
All my life
I get it though
Really
That level of self hatred
You want what I always wanted
Whiteness
Even if by proxy
What my mother wanted
For me
And yours
for you
Get as close to it
As you can
Don’t be
Too colored
Stay out the sun, honey
You have such pretty
Highlights
With enough peroxide
Little tinfoil packages
Pow Wow is for rez Indians
Practice your violin
Lower your voice
Stand up straight
Not too straight
Your skin is ivory
With enough foundation
Keep blending
“Mama, what tribe are we?”
“You’re Irish like your daddy.”
And so I was
But in the summers
With my cousins
I got too much sun
And nut brown
I was still
“Hey, here comes the
White girl.”
They never saw
I was
Too colored
So back home
In baths of milk and baking soda
Leaching the tan
My mother tsking
I would envy
Those pale beauties
Whose skin would freckle
Proof positive
Of their purity
Porcelain dolls
Full of fragile longing
Every princess
Every heroine
“Don’t run around like a wild Indian!”
But what if I was wild?
And brown?
My mother always knew it would
Come to this
That I was
After all
Too colored
k.d. purscell