it will soon be time to say bye to score
you can call me bitter
a sore loser
jealous
whatever you like
i don't want to be a part of something that compares to as elections
i guess this must be some small degree of what my friend felt
i would have stayed if sally won, because she actually did work
nothing against yvette, i feel like she didn't deserve it/work for it
i don't want a pat on the back for the work that i have done
but the people within the org should know who has done the work
sally and i were always out there
yvette wasn't
she's a great friend and person
i just don't want to be a part of something like that
good bye score
i will not run for any positions in any as org, or any org in general
i will work
that's it
good bye useu
good bye womyns com. (depending if curls wins)
hello sirrc
hello el congreso
hello mujer
Wednesday, May 20, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
Monday, May 18, 2009
dos meses
i didn't realize how long i had neglected my blog.
words have been hard to put down.
there are many things in my mind that i don't want to put down.
and i have no idea how to put them down.
i have my moments where i write.
i have my moments where i draw.
i have my moments where i paint.
i have my moments where i create.
is it time?
or is it fear?
the fear of letting myself open up so much that i make myself vulnerable?
possibly.
words have been hard to put down.
there are many things in my mind that i don't want to put down.
and i have no idea how to put them down.
i have my moments where i write.
i have my moments where i draw.
i have my moments where i paint.
i have my moments where i create.
is it time?
or is it fear?
the fear of letting myself open up so much that i make myself vulnerable?
possibly.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
angry again
once again i am filled with anger
who the fuck do you think you are!
all of you!
what makes you so special?
we are all the same, but you continue to be exclusive.
why?
how dare you be exclusive, when you're sole purpose is to be inclusive?
you contradict yourselves in so many ways!
fuck you fuck you fuck you
who the fuck do you think you are!
all of you!
what makes you so special?
we are all the same, but you continue to be exclusive.
why?
how dare you be exclusive, when you're sole purpose is to be inclusive?
you contradict yourselves in so many ways!
fuck you fuck you fuck you
Sunday, March 15, 2009
just shoot me
Shut the fuck up
Stop getting to me
You need to go away
You are not a revolutionary
I am me
You are not
Don't steal my indentity
I won't let you
Fuck you
You don't know me
Too much anger inside me
Stop getting to me
You need to go away
You are not a revolutionary
I am me
You are not
Don't steal my indentity
I won't let you
Fuck you
You don't know me
Too much anger inside me
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
finished
I carry a lot on my back.
Constantly feeling like I am under attack.
My mind goes around,
While my emotions hit the ground.
People cannot see what lies,
In these eyes.
The pain,
Given by the gain,
Of others.
Others that do not know.
They do not know the truth.
The truth.
The truth.
You want to know the truth?
Learn the truth.
I speak the truth.
I am a generalization,
Of the discrimination,
That began with Americanization,
Stop.
Mexicanization,
A term that derives from a third world nation.
Because of the colonization.
Intertwined with globalization.
El Salvador.
Translation.
The savior.
Incapable of saving,
Because of the forced paving.
Created by the “Yankee doodle went to town” trying to colonize,
Because he felt he had the right,
To go put on a fight.
A fight against what,
Communism?
Marxism?
Socialism?
Activism?
A fight against a Revolution.
A Revolution,
Caused by the pollution,
Of bodies
Piled up on the sides of the road.
People confused as to where to go.
Because of the bodies on the road.
Piling bodies,
Men, womyn, and children.
Piling limbs,
Nose, ears, arms, hands, legs, feet and toes.
Bodies that came through accusation,
Assassination,
Because they sought liberation.
Fight against the innocent.
The innocent.
The people.
The silenced.
The families.
The children.
The innocent.
Not knowing what to do
Not wanting to chose a side
Not knowing whether they will live or die
Eyes wide open,
Looking,
Searching,
Trying to find a way out.
Thinking about migration.
Only because they were force into migration.
Migration turns into deportation.
It seems like there is no salvation.
If only it were a different situation,
Without all of the deterioration.
What about the fight against racism?
Sexism?
Classism?
Capitalism?
In other words contemporary imperialism.
Never enough exploitation,
Always having to create segregation.
More labor, more divides.
People having to decide.
The fight continues through
Corruption and destruction,
In the salvation situation.
Because of the accusations and assassinations,
Causing deterioration.
Forcing immigration and deportation.
Creating segregation in exploitation.
Is this a revolution?
Liberation?
Or just pollution?
Transition in Translation
Generalization is discrimination because of mexicanization.
No.
Globalization is colonization through Americanization.
Stop.
It’s over.
The papers have been signed.
There’s no reason to deny.
It’s all over.
It’s gone.
Wait. What?
Who are they kidding?
We have every reason to deny,
Because the papers were signed.
The fight continues through
Corruption and destruction,
In the salvation situation.
Because of the accusations and assassinations,
Causing deterioration.
Forcing immigration and deportation.
Creating segregation in exploitation.
Is this a revolution?
Liberation?
Or just pollution?
Transition in Translation
Generalization is discrimination because of mexicanization.
No.
Globalization is colonization through Americanization.
It’s hidden like zero…
One, two, pick a side,
Three, four, go and hide,
Five, six, you know it’s fixed,
Seven, eight, don’t make a mistake,
Nine, ten, don’t do it again,
Eleven, Twelve years of pain.
Twelve years of war.
Twelve years of death.
Twelve years of a regime that continues today.
Constantly feeling like I am under attack.
My mind goes around,
While my emotions hit the ground.
People cannot see what lies,
In these eyes.
The pain,
Given by the gain,
Of others.
Others that do not know.
They do not know the truth.
The truth.
The truth.
You want to know the truth?
Learn the truth.
I speak the truth.
I am a generalization,
Of the discrimination,
That began with Americanization,
Stop.
Mexicanization,
A term that derives from a third world nation.
Because of the colonization.
Intertwined with globalization.
El Salvador.
Translation.
The savior.
Incapable of saving,
Because of the forced paving.
Created by the “Yankee doodle went to town” trying to colonize,
Because he felt he had the right,
To go put on a fight.
A fight against what,
Communism?
Marxism?
Socialism?
Activism?
A fight against a Revolution.
A Revolution,
Caused by the pollution,
Of bodies
Piled up on the sides of the road.
People confused as to where to go.
Because of the bodies on the road.
Piling bodies,
Men, womyn, and children.
Piling limbs,
Nose, ears, arms, hands, legs, feet and toes.
Bodies that came through accusation,
Assassination,
Because they sought liberation.
Fight against the innocent.
The innocent.
The people.
The silenced.
The families.
The children.
The innocent.
Not knowing what to do
Not wanting to chose a side
Not knowing whether they will live or die
Eyes wide open,
Looking,
Searching,
Trying to find a way out.
Thinking about migration.
Only because they were force into migration.
Migration turns into deportation.
It seems like there is no salvation.
If only it were a different situation,
Without all of the deterioration.
What about the fight against racism?
Sexism?
Classism?
Capitalism?
In other words contemporary imperialism.
Never enough exploitation,
Always having to create segregation.
More labor, more divides.
People having to decide.
The fight continues through
Corruption and destruction,
In the salvation situation.
Because of the accusations and assassinations,
Causing deterioration.
Forcing immigration and deportation.
Creating segregation in exploitation.
Is this a revolution?
Liberation?
Or just pollution?
Transition in Translation
Generalization is discrimination because of mexicanization.
No.
Globalization is colonization through Americanization.
Stop.
It’s over.
The papers have been signed.
There’s no reason to deny.
It’s all over.
It’s gone.
Wait. What?
Who are they kidding?
We have every reason to deny,
Because the papers were signed.
The fight continues through
Corruption and destruction,
In the salvation situation.
Because of the accusations and assassinations,
Causing deterioration.
Forcing immigration and deportation.
Creating segregation in exploitation.
Is this a revolution?
Liberation?
Or just pollution?
Transition in Translation
Generalization is discrimination because of mexicanization.
No.
Globalization is colonization through Americanization.
It’s hidden like zero…
One, two, pick a side,
Three, four, go and hide,
Five, six, you know it’s fixed,
Seven, eight, don’t make a mistake,
Nine, ten, don’t do it again,
Eleven, Twelve years of pain.
Twelve years of war.
Twelve years of death.
Twelve years of a regime that continues today.
a work in progress
I carry a lot on my back.
Constantly feeling like I am under attack.
My mind goes around,
While my emotions hit the ground.
People cannot see what lies
In these eyes.
The pain,
Given by the gain,
Of others.
Others that do not know.
They do not know the truth.
The truth.
The truth.
You want to know the truth?
I speak the truth.
I am a generalization,
Of the discrimination,
That began with Americanization,
Stop.
Mexicanization,
A term that derives from a third world nation.
Because of the colonization.
Intertwined with globalization.
El Salvador.
Translation.
The savior.
Incapable of saving,
Because of the forced paving.
Created by the “Yankee doodle went to town” trying to colonize,
Because he felt he had the right,
To go put on a fight.
A fight against what,
Communism?
Marxism?
Socialism?
Activism?
What about the fight against racism?
Sexism?
Classism?
Capitalism?
In other words contemporary imperialism.
Never enough exploitation,
Always having to create segregation.
More labor, more divides.
People having to decide.
One, two, pick a side,
Three, four, go and hide,
Five, six, you know it’s fixed,
Seven, eight, don’t make a mistake,
Nine, ten, don’t do it again,
Eleven, Twelve years of pain.
Twelve years of war.
Twelve years of death.
Twelve years of a regime that continues today.
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