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

    Magazine & Media Editor, 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 works full-time at Latinitas Magazine. In her free time, she loves writing stories, water coloring, or playing songs on her Baritone Ukulele. Now, her greatest passion is finding new topics that will engage and inspire Latinx youth.

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