these are barrio sonnets getting buried underneath concrete
aching to return to tonantzin para un tiempo sin fin
they they will ache con los nombres de nuestros antepasados
for the sake of becoming true freedom caught in la lengua
somos quien somos y comos somos we accept you as you are
despite the cut tongues and the burned codices we are all here
waiting and resurrecting todos los lenguajes de nuestra gente
para liberal . set free the ghosts and find home on turtle island
all the nombres for her. all the places of her. para vernos uno al otro
adentro de todo este caos para crear otra vez . these lives
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