Malinche Dreams (Poetry)

By Erick Huerta,

Erick Huerta, aka El Random Hero, is a journalism student at East Los Angeles College,  DREAM Act activist with Dream Team Los Angeles.

 

Not me betray my people, but they me

Not me betray my people, but they me

Not me betray my people, but they me

All of my life, I’ve wanted better

To build on what little I started out with

But they tell me that for me to be happy

It will have to be built on the suffering of others

For if my dreams are to come true

It will bring forth the slaughter and wretchedness of thousands yet to

come

I was told that I will be held accountable for the 67 percent

The 67 percent that won’t qualify for the Dream Act

Por why ?

Por que those 67 percent don’t know any better?

Por que they have no other choice but to be puercos del army?

To be grinded up by the imperialistic, military industrial complex

And be nothing more than chorizo?

Yo soy el army?

Choosing military enslavement over a higher education?

It’s second hand nature to take orders in LAUSD

Dialing in the cross hairs that will be used to kill our own people

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left right, A, B start

My Dreams are nothing more than a back door draft

A malinche

Said the chicano/a who has papers

A pinche malinche

A traitor to my own kind, my own people, my own raza

I gave meaning to the greatest sorrows and disillusionments of my life

 

Thrown back in my face

My dreams

They’re no different than those fairy tales of aztlan and cuahutemoc

I was born living on my knees

I don’t know how it is to be on my feet

Let alone die on them

 

Chilango, dreamer, ab 540 student, Mexican, non-immigrant alien,

international student, beaner, wet-back,illegal, at risk youth and

xikano hipster

 

A rose by any other name would still smell the same

My dreams don’t include everyone

And for that I’m not sorry

Because

 

Not I betray my people, but they me

Not I betray my people, but they me

Not I betray my people, but they me

 

 

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