Last Update September 21, 2010

POEMS OF
Citlalli Citlalmina Anahuac

 

Continente Robado. Stolen Continent.Mujer Robada Liberada!

poem recorded live @ at ELAC

 

poem to be read after our liberation

7.23.10

 

lets fast forward to a time where we are free
lets fast forrward to a classroom where our children are no longer put back to sleep
lets fast forward to the Anahuac Nation, our people free from Occupation!

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i want this poem to be read when we are no longer the living dead
i want this poem to be read when we are free from self hate
when we no longer allow ourselves to be called HISPANIC, LATINO, RAZA, and MESTIZO
When we gain back our independence and still look out for all others

I want this poem to be read when our little girls no longer question their beauty
when they look in the mirror and love what they see
when the media represents who we are without any fallacy
i want this poem to be read generations to come
when we have the right to walk all over our lands freely
when the constitution reflects our cultural rights
our citiizenship rights Anahuac ciitizens

when we speak our languages
Nahuatl becomes the national one
I want this poem to be read, when it needs to be translated
because we no longer speak as slaves of Europeans
I want this poem to be read in a classroonm
surrounded by proud beautiful Nican Tlaca youth
I want this poem to be read
as we build alliances with all the free nations
I want this poem to be read as my sisters and brothers no longer oppress eachother with machismo or feminismo
when that isn't needed
when we create our own future
i want this poem to be read when we are not limited of our potential
cultural centers are built in every city
we know who we are just like every proud ethnicity

I want this poem to be read by my great great great grandchildren
who will remember their grandma and they will be proud of me
that i thought about them
before i even had my first child

I want this poem to be read
when we rise from the dead
and break from the graves
of the cells in our heads

i want this poem to be read
when the whole world acknowledges the genocide that take place
five centuries hidden from the memory of our collective history

I want this poem to be read
long after i am dead
because i know that i will live on
in the hearts of our people
and in this time that I was placed in

i want this poem to be read
when we no longer are lead by white supremacy
in our jobs, in our homes, and in our institutions

i want this poem to be read
i want this poem to be felt
i want this poem to be sang
i want this poem to be whispered
i want his poem to be a memory
of our current condition

 

i really care but....

7.23.10

you see
i like what you are doing
its really cool
protesting and learning the truth
seems like really cool things to do

you see i really care but
i have to go to school
i have to work
i dont know how to get around
i am sick today
i really cant go

you see i really like what you are doing
but i have to record my album
entitled REVOLUTION
so i really can't make it to the protest
but i will thank you in the CREDITS

you see i really like what you are doing
but i am on my own
i am more of a solo person
cant really follow anyone
cus i already got all the answers
i just ask cus i am curious

i really like what you are doing
and i would donate
but i gotta get my rims
and than go gamble on the weekend

but i give you props
keep it up

i would go but its too hott
i would check it out but i need to get a pedi pedi
i mean
i dont think i wil be done in time so go ahead with out me

i really like what you are doing
but i dont have time

i really support you
but i cant be involved

i really like what you are doing but it seems too serious
i like to have fun
and not stand with a sign hours long under the sun

i really like what you are doing
maybe i can use your materials
and make shirts and stickers and sell them
cus i want to spread the message
but i really cant go to the protest

i really like what you are doing
maybe i can take pictures of your event
and use them in my portfolio
cus i am looking for a job

i really like what you are doing
maybe i can tell you where to protest
and what to chant
cus i really cant go out there myself
its too wierd
not as cool as me

DO YOU REMEMBER ME?

5.5.05

Hi
I don’t think u remember me
Yes we’ve met before
I mean
I atleast should seem a bit familiar

You see

I used to be yours
I was your eyes
Yours ears
Your mouth

I dressed you
Nurtured you
I used to be your pride and your
Strength

I know where you came
I knew where you went

You loved me
Embraced me

I though we’d be together forever-----------------------eternally

I matched you in every imaginable way
Your brown skin


I was the decibels that bounced off your tongue

You used to say my name with love, respect, and admiration
Exhiliration even
Determination

You proudly displayed me on your clothing
Jewelery

You read me
Studied me
UNDERSTOOD me
Celebrated me
Scientifically
You knew me

I was you and you were me

BUT NOW……………………..
But now it’s like if you don’t even want to acknowledge me
You ignore me
Degrade me
Hide me in bleach
You avoid the beach

And when you see my name on the check off list
You brush me off and pretend that I do not exist

You act as if we have no history
Like if I never defined you
Your existence
Your providence

U ignore any evidence that would glimps at our
United relevance

Now.
Now you rather go by that other name
Praise that other color
Because it is whiter
Oh!
I mean BRIGHTER
No offense

You swear you and I never me
That your features have nothing to do with me
You deny that we ever shared a history
You want to keep my presence a mystery

BUT AS HARD AS YOU TRY TO HIDE FROM ME::::::::::::::::::::::::::

I RUSH DOWN YOUR VEINS
I SIT THERE IN THE BACK OF YOUR BRAIN
I AM YOUR LAUGHTHER, YOUR PAIN
THE DRUM IN YOUR HEART

YOU CAN’T DETACH ME
____________________________

I AM IN EVERY KERNEL OF THE COB THAT YOU EAT
IN EVERY JUICY TOMATO THAT IS BLENDED INTO YOUR V8 DRINK
IN EVERY BEAN THAT IS SMASHED
IN EVERY INCH OF THE LAND BENEATH YOUR FEET
IN EVERY “0” THAT IS WRITTEN
IN EVERY DECIMAL POINT OF A FRACTION
IN EVERY STAR GAZED UPON
MY SWEETNESS MANUFACTURED INTO THE WRAPPED CHOCOLATE IN YOUR POCKET

I MAKE UP EVERY CELL IN YOUR BODY
I AM IN EVERY STRAND OF HAIR
IN EVERY PORE OF YOUR BODY
IN EVERY BREATH THAT YOU TAKE

I AM IN YOUR MIRROR

I AM THE ROOT OF YOUR FAMILY TREE
THE UNFAMILIAR WORDS THAT YOU SPEAK:
AHUITES, TOCAYO, CHICLE, CHIPOTE, ZACATE, PAPALOTE, EZCUINCLE
COYOTE, ELOTE

ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


But burried in the depthness of your mind
I am always present, have always been here
But dug deep underground
Profound bound to your chains
Living unrecognized
Rejected neglected
INFECTED WITH YOUR HATE
_____________________________

I AM :
MEXICAN, CENTRAL AMERICAN, NATIVE AMERICAN OR
OTOMI, PUREPECHA, HUICHOL
I AM:
PIPIL-NICARAO, MAYA, MEXICA, SHUMASH, NAVAJO, HOPI
I AM:
SALVADOREAN, FROM HONDURAS, NICARAGUA, COSTA RICA

NICAN TLACA, INDIGENA

BLEEDING IN YOUR MEMORY
KIDNAPPED IDENTITY
AND THEN BRANDED INSULTED WITH

HISpAnIC, LATINO

YOU SPIT ON ME
SLICE ME
PISS ON ME
SHIT ON ME
WHEN YOU MISTAKE MY IDENTITY WITH FOREIGN CONCEPT S AND ETHNICITY
I’VE NEVER ABANDONED YOU
I SURROUND YOU
BUT U TRY TO DROWN ME

NOW,
DO YOU REMEMBER ME?

I’VE BEEN RIPPED OFF FROM YOUR BRAINS
WHEN YOU WERE PUT IN CHAINS
WHEN RAPED
SLICED
WHEN OUR BABIES WERE TORN IN TWO BY DOGS

HAS IT BEEN THAT LONG?
FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS

YOU AND I WERE ONE
BUT NOW

AN OCEAN OF BLOOD DROWNS YOU IN LIES

I’VE BEEN KEPT FROM YOU
AND U
U HAVEN’T EVEN BEEN GIVEN A CLUE?

THAT YOUR LONELINESS
CONFUSION,
IGNORANCE
IS KILLING YOU

KILLING ME


I AM THE ANCIENT

YOUR PAST

YOUR FUTURE

WE ARE INSEPARABLE BUT TEMPORARILU BREAKABLE
FOR MORE THAN 500 AND STILL BREAKING

HOLD ME
RECOGNIZE ME
LOVE ME
YOU ARE DYING
YOU ARE DYING WITHOUT ME

 

Olmec Heads Speak


5.6.08



today olmec heads become alive and scream
Discussing what is to become our reality
enough bullshit already with this colonial scheme
we've been here observing the whole deal since 2500 bCe
seen them put you all to sleep 500 years,
i wish i can get up and help you see, the truth our heritage starts with me
the other Olmec head responds with a smile:

but look, they are awaking, and defending our pride
our ancient existence is now displayed up high

WHEN LIBERATION IS HERE:


flipping thru channels I just heard them announce
LAUSD kids did not attend class for October 12
denouncing it as a genocidal holiday
Columbus represents death and no parent wants their kids to participate in that myth
disney is banned for crimes against humanity and promoting and distributing white supremacist products
Power Rangers become Zulu and Mexica Warriors
Simpsons begin episodes on how to start a Bolivarion Revolution
The Statue of liberty is replaced by Frida Kahlo, standing tall and beautiful lifting a codex in her right hand and a Mexica Shield, just like her earrings on the left

children refuse to pledge allegiance, as early as elementary
And when asked
We won’t respect that which disrespects us
making us beg to be treated equal when it is our land on which they continue to steal and perform their occupation sequel
cus this is reality hitting home
we are waking up
500 years of sleeping in ignorance
dying in ignorance
comes to an end
our hearts begin to beat
to the rhythm of our liberation
we begin to live again

we are waking up with courage and knowledge
streetsnames get changed to reflectheroes that resist
Gage becomes Cuitlahuac
Cesar Chavez Blvd becomes Emiliano Zapata
Florence becomes Doreteo Arango
Atlantic Blvd becomes Anahuac
ELAC
Gets a statue of Cuahutemoc to replace the husky
we paint murals that educate our people with none of that gangster shit
our kids listen to Dora, la exploradora,
new episodes she explores ancient Nican Tlaca, Anahuac culture,
and she sings in Nahuatl
sings in nahuatl
Her name becomes Xihuitl
and she continues to dance and sing
BATE BATE CHOCOLATE
BATE BATE CHOCHOLATE
MI GENTE INVENTO EL CHOCOLATE
SOMOS MAIZ
SOMOS FRIGOl
SOMOS LA BELLA GENTE DEL SOL
SOMOS MAIZ
SOMOS FRIGOl
SOMOS LA BELLA GENTE DEL SOL
BATE BATE CHOCOLATE
meanwhile Diego becomes Cuachic and he sings in Nahuatl
and he counts in Nahuatl
CE OME YE
NAUI MACUILLI
CHIQUACE CHICOME CHICUEI

Clairol blond hair dyes, go out of business
cus my sisters discovered true beauty
And bring their self-love back to existence
and start to witness
a love for their culture, their image, and their past
black hair brown skin
embracing our melanin
no longer live confused by diverse shades of brown in our community
we understand that scars of rape of our people
and WE DO NOT IMITATE WHITENESS
We are FULL AND MIXED BLOOD INDIGENOUS PEOPLE!
We understand that Mestizaje is an echizaje to keep us from loving ourselves completely
blinding us to worship white gods and white supremacy
magazines now had a new look
the new generation of brown beautiful proud youth
with stencils of mayan art filling up their sporty jackets
revised huaraches with glittered Mayan glyphs
We are an educated people once again
turquoise becomes our gold
education system mandates by
POPULAR DEMAND to teach ANCIENT ANAHUAC
And our stolen lands
beginning in Kindergarten
playgrounds become replicas of Chichen Itza
our children slide down the temple of Quetzalcoatl
and swings carved like MAYAN art
la placita olvera becomes our Museum of Resistance
Showing the true side of missions and the genocide committed
depicting the heroic acts of our people as we gained independence
Museum of Tolerance creates a new section for our genocide
Exposing the genocide 70-100 million of our people that were killed
we are slowly making up for the lives that were stolen
Census Bureau reports that the majority of the United States of what was formally known as America are of Mexican, Central American, and Native American descent
The NICAN TLACA option is created to reflect our population
building cross-cultural alliances with the African (or better yet KEMETAN) community
creating defense groups that report white supermacist terrorism to the new United Free Nations,
All of Tenochtitlan is excavated and renovated, buildings take on new architectural wonders
after Palenque and Bonampak
replicas of the temple of Quetzalcoatl and Toltec warriors are removed from the Forest Lawn cemetery and placed in the new historical PLAZA ANAHUAC, formally known as Atlantic Square
every mission becomes a cemetery, museums of genocide
we are actually a community
you can sense the unity
helping each other out
no longer the crabs in the barrel
establishing cultural centers
honoring our existence
computer labs
homework centers
arts and crafts
making sure that we have what it needs to fulfill our potential
TO FULFILL OUR POTENTIAL
TO FULFILL OUR HUMANITY
no more BROWN on BROWN
BLACK on BLACK
BROWN on BLACK
BLACK on BROWN
we are united and taring down
white supremacy
can you see LOU DOBBS frown?
can you see the statue of Pete Wilson being tore down?
and there are even new modern-day John Browns
who fight white supremacy among their own kind
what? put that shit on rewind
Malcolm X speeches are memorized and analyzed for 8th graders
we no longer worship in the religion of the Raiders
we correct the terms used to identify us
NO LONGER do we ALLOW TO BE INSULTED with
HISPANIC and LATINO,
Raza and Mestizo
you get a ticket for using colonialist jargon
today!
make it a reality!
today!
i do not talk of an unrealistic dream
today!
this is real if you know the truth
the inevitable celebration and creation of our nation
a peek at whats to come
of what is now
of what we can do
of what
will
be
done