In dig in us

I remember you
But do you remember me?
I admit
that I only knew
when I read the text of you
submitted under the iron fist
of conquistadors
who you thought was a god returned
from the place you assumed
but he had changed
he swallowed bodies
and spit up regurgitation
of your bones, your flesh, your thoughts
into the likeness of his order
and that is how i read you
that is how i remember you.

brown girl
indigenous face
fuckable body
but not loveable enough
to struggle
cause i walk in museums,
archives, libraries
looking for ways to build a bridge
to the memory i have
to the memory you have
cause i remember

there was a ship
and i was a slave
brown girl
indigenous face
fuckable body
but not loveable enough
to spare me
as warriors saw me
as traitor
and as the battle ensued
you did not see me
but only as shattered porcelain
taken off the galleon
and decayed upon
acapulco shores.

how come
when we fight
through the words
of our masters
we can only remember
the time when they
demarcated our identities
according to our skin tones
the shape of our nose
the slant of our eyes?

how come
when we fight
through the words
of our masters
the value of our spit and speech
is commodified
to the amount of people
we gather as we bank knowledge
into the empty vessels of
masses' minds?

how come
when we fight
through the words
of our masters
you do not hear
the words of sisters and children
who speak in silence
who speak in the language
of bodies that cower
of bodies that shake
underneath the power
of brothers who want to invoke
power of warriors
who protected borders
when across those borders
once you sold bodies
of women, feathers, slaves, gold,
for iron, power, canon, and dreams
of empire
yourself.

i remember you
but do you remember me?
brown girl
indigenous face
fuckable body
asian eyes
but speak spanish
black hair
kinky at the ends
where do I come from?
from the sperm of conquistodors
that splattered across
manila acapulco terrain
ejaculated
swallowed
like blood
when fist hits mouth
silenced by
mestizo hands
of husband, father, brother, uncle
silenced as emasculated
commodified power
empowers you
into de-emasculated poverty
rape the body
to control some kind of terrain again
to enter into lands you have been forbidden
because you are brown
indigenous face
traces of ancestors fucked
by capital wielding conquistadors
injected into minds
to inject their penises
into local lands.
impregnate and forced birth
of monumental histories
to feed so called
empty hungry minds
like the land we have forgotten
has a voice
has a mind
has a way of speaking
although it is silent
like languages of women and children.