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I am the first born millennial grown in the digital garden from transplantation. The data stream flows along with my bloodlines, Divided, interspersed, like a lava lamp of my own identification. A bloodline that once worked the fields, and now works the fields of existence, A bloodline that made its pilgrimage to new land in order to satiate the body, has now grown to satiate inquiries within the self. I reflect upon those occasions where I have been told: “why do you care about the state of affairs for them, you are not of them, you do not act like them so you can’t be one of them” and I clench my tongue, forgive them father, they know not of what they speak” “Perdonalos padre, no saben nada de que dicen” The climate of academia is both inviting and yet marking, I feel connected to both intertwined bloodlines, and markedly separate in a way neither will ever know “mijo, él esta ****** no dice nada que él no entiende” But I understand, my name, my appearance, my lineage, they all mark a separation of that cultural heritage, a combination, a divider, that lava lamp burns hot from the up down theatrics of where identity will lie I am the new millennial Expect us.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
Together Alone
I am the first born millennial grown in the digital garden from transplantation. The data stream flows along with my bloodlines, Divided, interspersed, like a lava lamp of my own identification. A bloodline that once worked the fields, and now works the fields of existence, A bloodline that made its pilgrimage to new land in order to satiate the body, has now grown to satiate inquiries within the self. I reflect upon those occasions where I have been told: “why do you care about the state of affairs for them, you are not of them, you do not act like them so you can’t be one of them” and I clench my tongue, forgive them father, they know not of what they speak” “Perdonalos padre, no saben nada de que dicen” The climate of academia is both inviting and yet marking, I feel connected to both intertwined bloodlines, and markedly separate in a way neither will ever know “mijo, él esta ****** no dice nada que él no entiende” But I understand, my name, my appearance, my lineage, they all mark a separation of that cultural heritage, a combination, a divider, that lava lamp burns hot from the up down theatrics of where identity will lie I am the new millennial Expect us.
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Sep 19, 2012
Sep 19, 2012 at 3:01 AM UTC
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