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March15, 1993
My Parrots and I (1941)
I wanted something special tropical,
a white mant blouse
a lavender and black
woven peasan skirt
and parrots flocked around me.
I wanted my hair pulled back
braided in a crown .
my neck stretched, holding
my head up,
my eyebrows flying.
I wanted this portrait of
myself, a cigarette between
my fingers, waiting for my lips
to suck in the smoke and my mouth
to blow out laughter.
A bad woman of sorts.
My eyes will never leave you.
Margarita Lum Robles
tmU
KIKA
' , -
I once knew a little girl
named Kika,
She1 had eyes of cinnampn
and skin to match,
She came from a race of ancient
rulers whose knowledge cannot be
fathomed today,
Her mind would race like
a bullet and her heart would
beat in time, • •
She orle day would be
a spokesperson for her people
and make her parents proud,
The little Mexican-American
(Chicana) named Kika would
light up the world with her smile.
EnidPirez
CARNALA
Acuerdate de tus
antepasados que sufrieron
por ti; \
La sangre de nuestras
mad res Aztecas corren por
nuestras venas? - •
Chicana, Azteca, Mexican-American:
They are all you, >
Nunca olvides tu raza que
corre en tus venas, tu
corazon, y tu alma.
Hija del sol, tus ojos
cargan lagrimas de tus
hermanas que sufrieron.
Hermana mi a, camala
cuerpo de mi cuerpo,
sangre de mi sangre,
teamo.
Con amor,
tu hermana
v—;
/
Enid Pirez
■
AMERICANO
Americano.
Thank you for Jetting me give you a hand.
Whith your bracero program I will feed my young
On my way to your land/you fedjme^^^^^s^^
Treated me like one of your sons.
Americano.
You picked me to work your land.
In return I harvest only that which is perfect like you.
Even when I can't reach the soap that I dropped after my IZhour lettuce shift.
I'm thankful for being the fruit you picked to feed your young.
Americano. , '
For you I will break my back.
And forget my 12 children in Mexico, for now.
Thanks to you. my dreams will come true. .. * '* _
A house in my small village town.
Americano. ' »•■
1 save my pesos, one by one.
Until you no longer need me.
1 see, your Chicano children are back.
WWII took many away, but you no longer have use for my hands.'
Americano. h
I will do as you say. V
Return to the land that gavejbirth to me. '
Thank you for all the good memories.
I share them all with my yo<mg Mexicanos.
Americano. |
Please take my child. [ »
Make of him a man. f V
Ithankyou. , "'•»
Americano.
I'm the sop of the man you exploited.
I ran from the migra and made it across the border.
You pay me with cancer.
And I can no longer return to my tierra.
Americano. »
I have become a servant of your society. »
No matter how many grapes I pick, I can't feed the mouths of my starving children.
I know not your language.
Which is now my children's language.
Americano.
You throw me out. I _
I run with the coyote, right back in.
I'm your bastard son.
No matter how much you push me away, I'm here to stay.
Americano.
I'm the son of the man you threw out.
Like him, I too am Mexicano.
You are nothing like what my aouelo described you.
You arenot strong.
Americano. . S
You can't out smart me.'
I know your language and I know your ways.
No matter how much you oppose.
I will excel.
Americano. \
You laugh at your stupid Mexican jokes.
Waiting for chuckle from me.
I'm not a vendido. '
And I'm not your toy.' j
Americano. ^_— '
I pretend to be your friend.
To keep la migra off my back.
Look into my eyes.
There youll find the truth.
-Americano.
-' ■ •
1
/ -f:
I'm-Mexicano.
*JK~
I crossed the border illegally.
I ate your food.
I learned your language.
I went to college with you.
I married your daughter.
I had your grandchildren., •
Americano.
Tomorrow 1 will lay next to you in a forgotten cemetary;
Decomposed and devoured by millions of tiny worms.
Joel Hurtado
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Object Description
| Title | 1993_03 The Daily Collegian March 1993 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1993 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
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| Language | eng |
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| Title | March 15, 1993, La Voz de Aztlan Page 4 |
| Alternative Title | Daily Collegian (California State University, Fresno) |
| Publisher | Associated Students of Fresno State, Fresno, Calif. |
| Publication Date | 1993 |
| Description | Daily (except weedends) during the school year. Microfilm. Palo Alto, Calif.: BMI Library Microfilms, 1986- microfilm reels; 35 mm. Vol.1, no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- |
| Subject | California State University, Fresno -- Periodicals. |
| Contributors | Associated Students of Fresno State. |
| Coverage | Vol.1 no.1 (Feb 8, 1922)- to present |
| Format | Microfilm reels, 35 mm. |
| Technical Information | Scanned at 600 dpi; TIFF; Microfilm ScanPro 2000 "E-image data" |
| Language | eng |
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Page 4— Poetry
\
March15, 1993
My Parrots and I (1941)
I wanted something special tropical,
a white mant blouse
a lavender and black
woven peasan skirt
and parrots flocked around me.
I wanted my hair pulled back
braided in a crown .
my neck stretched, holding
my head up,
my eyebrows flying.
I wanted this portrait of
myself, a cigarette between
my fingers, waiting for my lips
to suck in the smoke and my mouth
to blow out laughter.
A bad woman of sorts.
My eyes will never leave you.
Margarita Lum Robles
tmU
KIKA
' , -
I once knew a little girl
named Kika,
She1 had eyes of cinnampn
and skin to match,
She came from a race of ancient
rulers whose knowledge cannot be
fathomed today,
Her mind would race like
a bullet and her heart would
beat in time, • •
She orle day would be
a spokesperson for her people
and make her parents proud,
The little Mexican-American
(Chicana) named Kika would
light up the world with her smile.
EnidPirez
CARNALA
Acuerdate de tus
antepasados que sufrieron
por ti; \
La sangre de nuestras
mad res Aztecas corren por
nuestras venas? - •
Chicana, Azteca, Mexican-American:
They are all you, >
Nunca olvides tu raza que
corre en tus venas, tu
corazon, y tu alma.
Hija del sol, tus ojos
cargan lagrimas de tus
hermanas que sufrieron.
Hermana mi a, camala
cuerpo de mi cuerpo,
sangre de mi sangre,
teamo.
Con amor,
tu hermana
v—;
/
Enid Pirez
■
AMERICANO
Americano.
Thank you for Jetting me give you a hand.
Whith your bracero program I will feed my young
On my way to your land/you fedjme^^^^^s^^
Treated me like one of your sons.
Americano.
You picked me to work your land.
In return I harvest only that which is perfect like you.
Even when I can't reach the soap that I dropped after my IZhour lettuce shift.
I'm thankful for being the fruit you picked to feed your young.
Americano. , '
For you I will break my back.
And forget my 12 children in Mexico, for now.
Thanks to you. my dreams will come true. .. * '* _
A house in my small village town.
Americano. ' »•■
1 save my pesos, one by one.
Until you no longer need me.
1 see, your Chicano children are back.
WWII took many away, but you no longer have use for my hands.'
Americano. h
I will do as you say. V
Return to the land that gavejbirth to me. '
Thank you for all the good memories.
I share them all with my yo |
