Akyra
"My motherland that you step on
It is the feeling of getting your hair done early in the morning
Pulling and stretching
Tears falling down your face but ribbons and plastic ball chongos make it better
Colorful
Distracting
I think of my existence, my culture
Where was I really from
Vivid colors and a storm approaching
I'm on my homeland, at least half, or half of half
Thinking about what it would be like if my ancestors continued their legacies
Strawberry picking
My grandmother was a farmworker since she was about six years old
I think of my ancestors and the future generations
My dad being in AIM and the brown berets
Carrying on the legacy
Dedicating my life to the betterment of the future generations
Beating heart
Being red, being brown, being white
I’m screaming the echoes of distant drum songs
Riding the rain clouds to a river
This is my motherland you’re walking on
The red dirt shows our skin and our blood
Still new, colonization still here
Racialized into oblivion
My motherland that speaks into the wind
Also shares her heart
Listen to her when she says
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