#strong mujer

[latinorebels]

Learning about Peruvian activist and feminist leader Maria Elena Moyano.

[rscspokenword]

My mother is a fighter

My mother is a fighter. She is a from a 3rd world country by your definition. So she was born fighting. She was raised in a patriachal society, so she breathes fighting. She raised 2 sons, so they can appreciate the beauty of women from all sides.

She raised 2 writers, so they could write her stories to the world. She is a strong mujer. Always has and always will. Loving, caring, strong in all sense of the word, teaching still that if no one is doing what needs to be done, then a woman will always step up to the challenge.

Chingona in all sense of the word. She is a red queen. She is a fighter. She is a strong mujer, always.

[rscspokenword]

Everyday i celebrate #strongmujeres

Today is deemed as international women's day. This is a nice gesture, but lets be real. Women are the center of every family, the driving force of many social justice movements. They are leaders. They are #strongmujeres in my eyes. these #strongmujeres have shaped me into the man i am today. I can say that without their determination, their love for themselves and others, i would probably not be the person i am.

Women will always be the center of everything i do.

I dedicate this to all the #strongmujeres, the #redqueens of the world, i thank you all everyday for having you in my life and for teaching me how to fight!

These Hands These hands are an extension of me like the pen is an extension of the writer Like the mic is the extension of the MC. These hands have crossed borders time zones, ideologies trying to break free as they caress the paper through the ink in found in my words. These hands have been the focus of ridicule because of their size and texture. Too smooth to be hands of labor. Too small to be able to provide. Too feminine. Like that is suppose to be an insult, When in fact that’s the best compliment these hands can receive. Because to me women are the center of the world. They make the household run and run the household And let men think that they are in charge. They will do anything to feed their families while men sit drinking disgust mixed with depression. Some work after street lights come on Others balance corporate worlds and families. Others study, work and are mothers and husbands. Many have the innate urge to survive that I am glad that the women in my life have passed it down to me. Because I never craved the taste of disgust always craved the feeling of action And my hands are that action. When I write When I raise the fist When I stop the ignorance blinding my people Who think we are treated equal. Who think that the white picket fences is the epicenter of acceptance. Who think that the white picket fences is the epicenter of acceptance. And honestly these hands have never been accepted. And I am glad because without the rejections, the stares, the putdowns That fueled my perseverance like it has fueled the women in my life to survive I would not have the power and will to do this (raise the fist). So if you want to offend my machismo Get in line because it left me. When I held my daughters in my hands And realize that women are healers They are precious, they are the center Givers of life, whether through the womb or through indigenous myths. Red Queens programmed to survive To keep their seeds alive Because a woman’s job does not end with the 9 to 5. And if these hands still look feminine to you All I have to say is two words Thank you.

  you can listen to the poem in the link below.

http://rscspokenword.bandcamp.com/track/these-hands