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Atlas Oct 2024
Soy de la tierra de los volcanes.
Soy descendiente de los Mayas.
La sangre de mi nación cubre las tierras de Yucatán, Guatemala, El Salvador, hasta Honduras.
The Mestizo cry out for their loss.
They don’t know who they are.

Our fore fathers ruled those lands preaching of a mighty feather serpent who created our lands.
Stories passed down through the centuries all for it to be lost.
The crown across the sea in the name of Christ set to burn our lands to make them holy.
The rains cried for them when their children were taken to campos.
They shall never see their mothers for now they have been ‘reborn’.
They shall never know their language.
Hail Maria

Heart cold as ice they burned their sacred texts
Children born with tainted blood. Pain and suffering runs through their veins.
Those who carry their blood shall never know their past.
They shall never be pure for they have harmed their own.

Yo soy Salvadoreña.
I am a nomad who roams the land
I only know now

Our tree roots only go so far
I only wish to see beyond
My K’ux calls me.
I miss my home
The grounds where my ancestors have lived
Where my parents were born
The lands where I wasn’t born in

I feel like I betrayed my ancestors
Born in a foreign land with a language shoved down my throat.
I threw up my ancestors blood as I was injected with the American dream
In God we trust

The deaths of the
Lenca, Pipil, Cacaopera, Mangue, Xinca, Mixe, Maya Poqomam, K’iche, Maya Chorti.
We are on the sidelines
Our history barely known

My mother’s pain is now mine
The pain of war is what she knows
Oscar Romero, Marianella García Villas, the town of El Mozote, Chalatenango, and those who fled, may they be delivered the peace that they deserve.
They did not surrender
They fought till the end
Liberation from war
I never forgot
Forever shall they live
Their blood now with the ground
Together with Itzamná

I am my siblings guardian
I cry for those who seek home
The children in cages away from their mothers
My brothers and sisters suffer alone


I am K’ uk’ulkan
I see the suffering
I see what my people have been through

I call upon U K’ux Kaj, heart of sky, thunderbolt huracan youngest thunderbolt, sudden thunderbolt and Uk’ux cho, Uk’ux palo Kukulkan, Quetzal serpent, Heart of lake and sea.

I am first generation
I carry the ambitions and dreams of those who came before me
Strong and willed

To forget my language is genocide against my ancestors. I asked my mother how to say ‘wound’ in Spanish because I forgot and all she could do was laugh.
‘Herida’... oh right. The pain that my heart felt when my mother first told me I was “muda”
Forgive me.
El indígena * - los acabados/extintos. Los únicos que existen aún siguen escondidos en la selva huyendo del recuerdo de las lágrimas e imágenes de la salvaje Conquista

El europeo * * - el que llegó solo pa robar, violar y matar al indígena...y por supuesto a los otros de las castas de piel obscura

El mestizo * - mezcla de los dos anteriores que tuvo la gran fortuna de no poder formar parte de ni la cultura de su mamá ni papá simplemente por haber nacido

El criollo * * - El Libertador pero no del pueblo sino de sus propios intereses de acabar lo que comenzaron los europeos

El ***** * - el secuestrado, desterrado, esclavizado, odiado, torturado, violado, y matado por el color de su piel

El mulato * -  sufrió igual o poquito más quel mestizo pero no tanto como el zambo

El zambo * - pobrecito del zambo que es el rostro más bello del nuevo mundo pero como el mestizo y el mulato nunca fue recibido y nunca pudo identificarse con ningún grupo cultural..de esta mezcla viene las más guapas mujeres del mundo

  *El engañao, esclavizado
  perseguido y matado
* *El zángano, explotador,
  asesino y sinvergüenza
Castas impuestos por el europeo

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