By Jessica Enriquez

 

Oh, my beautiful women

of golden blood and earthy face, 

your bones have heard 

the violence of the strange man 

 

you have thrown your arms 

unto clear air

vacant and muted 

a wasteland of dead bodies 

with no name or eyes

 

to transmit or transmute 

one last flicker of horror 

before disappearing into 

the dry land

dust to dust 

 

Oh, my beautiful women

with your bronze bodies, 

you have carried our children 

on loins carved from stone 

 

you have crossed the cotton fields 

unto the promised land 

fecund and overgrowing  

in wild yew shrubs

on gritty suburbs 

 

to transplant or reroot 

your seeds to foreign soils 

a surgical detachment of the soul 

from the body 

 

a homeland that is no longer

home or refuge 

but a rifle,

gunpowder on your brother’s fists

 

the nation of the weeping and the gnashing of teeth 

 

Featured image courtesy of Malaquías Montoya.

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  • Camila Dejesus has been writing since she was a child and enjoys all forms from creative writing down to narrative analysis. She graduated from Brooklyn College with a bachelor's in Television and Radio Production and is working full-time at Latinitas Magazine. In her free time, she loves writing stories and doing creative projects such as water coloring or creating poem collections. However now, her greatest passion is trying to find new topics that will engage and inspire Latinx youth.