Hurri-Quake

Hurriquake= 1. the strange suspension of an altered state of consciousness to ascend/ escape from the superficial plane of outdated politics of injustice/ colonization/ climate destruction.  2. Sandwiched suspended or trapped between rumbling skies of tropical storms and the earth rumbling beneath your feet.

Boricua Cosmic Chaos

This is the kind of epic shit that only eclipses and cosmic currents bring. The revolution went down and is going down.  The best part (or worst for some) is that none of us who dreamed about it or worked towards it for decades can take credit. That’s the beauty. Liberation is a practice and a praxis. You don’t vote for it. No empire can grant it. There is no trophy or prize that you get to cash in on in the end. There’s not even an end. Just a beginning and the process.

Vulnerability & Bravery/ Vulnerabilidad, y Valentía

Vulnerability in bravery means pushing forward with all your wounds, gripping a shovel tight with bloody hands, digging past the mud to find the spaces and hearts where our ancestral ways thrive, where new liberatory ways are being weaved into existence./ Vulnerabilidad en valentía significa seguir palante con todas las heridas, agarrando la pala, manos ensangrentadas, excavando la tierra para encontrar los espacios y los corazones en donde nuestras tradiciones ancestrales prosperan, donde se tejen nuevas existencias libertas.

Oct 30- Sacred Jayuya and Sacrilege

Not knowing, not honoring our history is hella dangerous territory.  It leaves us celebrating the heroes and tenets of our colonizers, while stomping on the graves of our own.  It is not dollars we are needing, but dignity.

Repatriation Rant

We the colonized work to decolonize ourselves, then turn on one another from wounds too vulnerable, too raw to bear.  We lash out at one another.  The enemy is too far, too inaccessible.  We realize.  In shame, we retreat. 

Miseducation of a Nation

It is time to focus on the colonial classroom, the empire’s primary battleground.  The threat goes beyond school closures.  It includes the continued attack on the one public university system in Puerto Rico.  It is embodied by a white North American secretary of education with an inflated salary, while her school children constituents are sacrificed at the austerity table of odious debt.  It resounds in the arresting, pepper spraying and tear gassing of people protesting injustices like these. Ultimately the colonial battle is waged daily on the minds and on the psyches of the colonized, with schools cunningly crafted for the conformity and conditioning of the colonial subject. 

Repatriate your body

My broken body colonized Was the space of incubation In which I myself Had to craft and manifest their liberation Through it I could envision doing the same for myself

Our Brief Wondrous Capacity for Compassion

I know emotional labor. Though we perfect it, it is not a trait exclusive to women, nor do all women possess the capacity for it. I watched my brother die from fucking emotional labor! I have watched men mother more effectively than some women. If we are to eradicate patriarchy, we must stop appropriating and wielding patriarchal weapons in our fight.

The Colony is Dead

The colony was formerly on life support with enough real estate, restaurants, casinos and electric lights to mask its reality. It was kept breathing by a machine so that when the lights went out, it would signal the end.  The lights have been out for 7 months.

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