Words From A Mexican

[zazmexico]

Neoliberal future

My best lover betrayed me and that is why I am here. And by my best lover I mean my country , my Mexico. I am broken. I have been destroyed. Thank you NAFTA. My grandfather is dead and his land is a waste. Those yellow beans do not taste the same. I want a Mexico for Mexicans. Can the Mexican government pay for my depression treatment? Ha! I am glad I have ancestral knowledge of herbs, Pasiflora saving my life . Pasiflora inspiring me to fight for my own existence in the USA

[zazmexico]

P'urepecha Loving

What do you know white boy about heartbreak ? Nobody ever doubted you would make it to a UC when you were growing up . What do you know white boy about separation ? If all of your family had migrated to this land many generations ago . Yet , I fell for you . My compatriotas never knew why! and still I was crazy about you . It might have been that I had a world to discover for myself , it might have been that deje de ir a las fiestas de mi pueblo para poder entrar a un UC . What do you know white boy about representation ? When all we see everywhere is you and what you think ? Y aun asi, you admired my love for Nietzsche and my modern interpretations of his work . Que tu sabes de chilaquiles now when you knew what real Mexican food tastes like every Sunday morning because you were mine . What do you know about loving a brown heart? A heart that was broken by your people many many generations ago. My arms have been restless since I was born , yet I used my love as a blanket to cover your insecurities I always nourished you with food and love . I told you I loved you the first time I made that super spicy salsa . I wanted to know if you could handle me , you liked the salsa , you could not handled my P'urepecha ways.

[zazmexico]

Brown seasoning

I cooked with the rosemary bushes from your suburban home in Davis, I also cooked with the pain and flavor of my colonized ancestors and that was better seasoning than anything you ever found in suburban Northern California, -including other lovers . You see , you didn't know salty tears could taste so sweet. You never knew the secret ingredient for my food was all the pain I felt loving a white boy . Now, whenever you go to a Mexican restaurant and get our breakfast dish, it's just gonna taste like food for white people , and you'd yearn for all the love and all the pain i felt for you seasoning your Sunday breakfast . I yet have to make chilaquiles again, I guess I don't have the secret ingredient anymore because I stopped loving a white boy form Davis .