De Maiz… Everyone is igualdad Said the man of the wise mind And the old hands He told me We are getting lost This is the way to find ourselves You grab this maiz You use the coa of free will Put it in the hole of hope Cover it with your feet well put on the earth Forget about quimico Take care of your happiness And send your voice in prayer For these They will give you strength Here There Wherever you make your field Dance, sing and smoke For the water And this will arrive with life And smiles of the little ones You’ll see the sprouts You’ll feel the fiery sun And the challenging wind But if you are one with all You will be true And will grow to be And harvest Corn… Sending my voice to my departed elders You are no longer here But your words Dreams Examples Manifestations of love And compassion Are You are no longer here But you continue to work With the maza of life With your roots of corn With ajenjo medicine To make all the hard to digest pass You are no longer here Yet, we live And remember who we are The spirit of the ones like you Teach us how to dream now You are not longer here But you are not gone We recognize your blessings To help us walk Dark skinned Barefooted Long haired And with dignity in our hearts You are not here Yet, in beauty you walk Through the sierras Through the desert and jungles And show us To find light With sage, tobacco and copal In the dark places we have inside I am you And you forever will be me The ones ahead Will be us You are no longer here But the we That includes us Are… The living-walking dignity This is dignidad Said the grandma With long silver hair Callused hands An iron will And a coyote’s stare She stated eloquently I am brown Like the earth under my feet And that of which I am a daughter My back is strong From carrying a thousand sacks Filled with slavery, genocide Gold, iron and oil I have a wounded left knee It aches with pain and joy It reminds me of injustice Yet, it tells me that I am bold And that we all can be strong I have pierced arms That can move mountains And bend political wills I have an aching chest That prays with song My hair is long and braided It carries our story Honor And reminds us That we are corn Here Our hearts are open Out there their ears are closed Their voices are empty They have lost their road Here Our mouths say our own word And our legs Make our own path This is what the wise one say And does While she continues to wave Her people’s history At the caracol….
