“Canciones de los Ancestros”

My skin is white, eyes green, yet the sun has kissed my soul with melanin and a connection to the lands of my ancestors that reverberate through my drums, the Sacred songs, calling me home upon the melodies of voices rising from the ashes of a fire that has outlasted generations to be heard from me to the souls of our grandmothers gritando y llorando por los almas de los niños.

We must never give up the fight where the Sacred must be seen and witnessed as a bridge for the blood of so many sacrificed for freedom’s fire that calls us with an unquenchable thirst to be heard and felt because the trauma of my grandmothers had to be suppressed. Nos vamos a cantar los canciones de las madres… Las matriarcas de las famlias. The leaders, the ones who held it all together while funneling their tears within bottles in hearts encased with stone to keep the children safe, the families together and rising another day.

We left our land. We left our homes in search of the freedom that was already living inside us but we were taught that voices must live in cages behind ribs and never heard or felt. And so we rise in solidarity, holding the space for safety to be expressed through creativity in honor of the reciprocity we never received besides deception and suppression, segregation from parts of self, kept contained because the rage could not be felt and so we dance and mourn before fires to honor the flames once extinguished from grieving hearts stolen from their birthright. We wail and moan at the bedside of our ancestors who were embalmed with poisons, entombed in caskets that litter the earth, all in the name of sanitation, while our land vomits these rituals from her belly so we can finally see that our Sacred vessels must honor the womb of creation from which they came.

A womb-an brings life into the body, the breath within lungs. The soul within caverns and death resurrects the calling of our people to remember we are not lost, we are not broken, we are creation begging for reconnection with ourselves and each other because without the Divine we are merely flesh acting upon impulse with no purpose or meaning. The stars hold our very essence within the worlds above and the sovereignty of our Queendoms must be restored, despite the rights they decided we were allowed to have.

Our Creator gives us the authority to demand life and call her forth to enter the spaces that have died and resurrect the Sacredness of our humanity. A time when soles touched upon the dirt and we felt her heart beat through our skin. When the trees waved to us in recognition of our consciousness. We were aware of the guardians, the watchers and protectors of our souls because we knew that the plant beings breathed ruach into us, the thread of life woven throughout creation is begging for us to witness her magic and remember who we are, our voices call out new realities and we whisper prayers into the fires where songs are stitched into blankets of truth that keep us warm from the darkness seeking to consume that which it doesn’t understand or see or know.

These bones that we carry inside our cups filled with putrification we drink from chalices of regret and condemnation for who we are. Never again will they ban our flags or maim our women or quiet our drums or suppress the feet that stomp our pain into the earth while we mourn in songs offered to our Creator as the winged one carry our voices into he expanses of heaven. The clouds part to illuminate the spaces that we knew all along needed tending to while the rains baptise the lands crying for restoration.

Our mothers, the Great Mother, the mitochondrial DNA of our remembrance, of our inheritance, we are the descendants of the garden, the warriors of peace and the guardians of the holy. Vamos a respirar las palabras de Dios… estamos unidos en espiritu, en cuerpo, en mente y en alma… vamos a gritar por amor de los ninos, may we release the screams from the prisons of our ancestors who were never free to cry and may we allow the mother to hold us all in trembling arms knowing we are finally safe to be heard.

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