In honor of the upcoming Day of the Dead, I have written a poem that reflects upon the history of those who have made it possible for me to be here today.
This is in remembrance of those who came before us
The ones who paved the way
The ones who sacrificed
They were a hardworking people
Dedicated to their land
Loyal to their God
Devoted to their families
Our ancestors are products of Ometéotl
He formed them and brought them upon this earth
Tlaloc, Chicomecoatl, Tonatiuh, Huitzilopochtli
These were the gods that received their prayers, their hearts, their souls
This is in remembrance of those who came before us
The Spanish man who took the Indian woman in the field
And began a lineage that has lasted for more than 500 years
Had it not been for that forbidden moment
I would not exist
To those who endured a broken treaty
And were forced off their land
To a language that has been threatened for more than a century
A culture that has withstood humiliation and ridicule
Their offspring will bring them justice
Many have fled the land of Santa Anna
Escaping the corruption brought upon by greed
They have found refuge in the homeland of their ancestors
Aztlán has been summoning her children
Slowly they have answered her call
This is in remembrance of those who came before us
To the ones who gave life to our parents
To those who loved us even though blood did not unite us
Their imprint lives on in our hearts
Thus they live on!
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