Guera

Mexico is my paradise.

Rosarito Beach, warm sand, mariscos looming in the air and mermaid water refreshing to my skin.

I can’t walk around in peace without feeling paralyzed.

Fear of being the random pick.

How do I defend such a broken country while they also keep picking my family away like petals off of a flower?

One by one they go with no redemption to their names.

They can see right through my prideful words and see the sadness in my dark brown eyes.

Please keep me away from the country my ancestors did sacrifices on.

They live on.

I pay for the pale skinned rapist of my great great great great great great great great grandmother; the great woman she was.

I carry her torture on my skin.

I carry her killed soul in my eyes.

If money and gold is their prize they can take it.

I would kill my father to give his dirty money away to the simple man working the fields.

I would kill my father and gain access to heaven for the great act I have done.

I don’t want to pay for his sin anymore.

Ayúdame por que quiero vivir libre.