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As the eagle devours the serpent

to hallow grounds for great cities,

cascades of scarlet and emerald ribbons,

red and green ribbons

dance through white clouds

and black skies.



Through white clouds where red and green unite

los colores de la raza, su raza

que ustedes han creado mujeres.

Created from your red, red blood

as it streams from the center of your indigenous body...

raped.

Raped like the green, green lands

your hands helped cultivate.

And yet, from your violation,

a new nation you create.



However, alas, a different penetration

of your syncretized mestiza mind

and golden-canela mestiza body

has reduced your reina-soul

to the image of "mestiza hottie."



Sino que, te veo compañera.

Your red is mine, su verde es mío

pero, my red and green dance through

black skies.

And only, my red blood flows

as they stitch my soul closed.

I know for you compañera,

it was the virgin,

but for me, mariposa,

it was the surgeon.



My green flows alongside the nile,

lush and wet like my motherhood.

My quiet red, hot blood

Runs blue under your soft brown skin.

Blue like the sadness of the

mammy-jezebel

y la puta-virgen.



Degraded, disgraced, desexualized,

only to be remarkably reenergized

in order to free ourselves from lives

dichotomized.

Your red is mine, su verde es mío

and our ribbons dance together

en nuestra diaspora.