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So Called Home


Welcome to the United States of America. Home of the free because of the brave. Where brainwash is at its finest. A country where Christopher Columbus is praised for discovering America and, a home where my indigenous sisters were not only raped, but my indigenous brothers were tortured while my roots that ascended here first were being digged deep into the ground to re-create history. But this so called home keeps distressing my people. Y no dejaré que mi sexualidad define mi valor ni mi modo de ser.

Welcome to the home of the free because of the brave. Where Equal Pay Acts are passed by the government but yet men get paid more than women all because of this damn patriarchy. We keep fighting and arguing within our indigenous family instead of fighting this system that continues to make us believe that money is the only entrance or exit to any given situation. But brothers and sisters, we are so much more powerful than all this money. Tenemos el conocimiento de nuestras raíces y de dónde provienen incluso sin estudios méxico-americano en nuestra educación. So now I ask that we all as one continue to fight for social justice and to not back down because our voices will be heard!

Welcome to the home of the free because of the brave. Donde mi color de piel no se considera hermosa ni generosa en la sociedad, pero detrás de esta y cada persona bronce/ébano hay una historia. A story of where colonization from Christopher Columbus was experienced by our ancestors and where we were given the name ‘Indians/ Los Indios.’ Where females from 9 and older were seen as sex symbols only and where males (including live babies) were given to dogs as food supply. Así que dime ahora si esta llamada casa tiene libertad debido a los valientes o por culpa de los cobardes que no sólo fueron violadores sino asesinatos también.

Welcome to the home of the free because of the brave. Where according to some, was once great. America was never great to begin with because this land was never called America in the first place. No solo soy chillona y xicana, soy bien chingona! Voy a seguir luchando por mi gente con Dios y mi familia a mi lado. I am a proud brown warrior.

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lizcota

Hello, My name is Lizette and I am from a low-income family who had pushed me into expanding my education. I was just admitted into the Northern Arizona University for the 2017 fall semester. I am passionate about my cultural roots as well as becoming a nurse. It would be a great help and honor to receive this scholarship. My poem was inspired by my own experiences as well as others experiences from the M.E.Ch.A national conference. Thank you!

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