Day 45 – Mal Criada
Day 45
Mal Criada
scattered I sit
I drink coffee
I pace the room
I sit
Who am I?
Who am I to…
Who am I to
be the voice of something
of becoming something
of becoming somebody
Full of contradictions
full of dismissals
full of complicity
full of acquiescence
and acts of evasion
full of violence
and being violated
too depleted to push against
Who am I
to be a voice of contradiction
when I’m so agreeable
when I think I’m being agreeable
when I think
I’m being agreeable
Trying to agree with so much
Trying so hard to
play by the rules
to fulfill the promise
expected of me
by so many
for so long
And I arrive
I am so privileged
with so much for which to be grateful
The world has kept its promise
placed me in a position of privilege
so why am I ashamed?
why am I so mal criada
as I open my mouth
to bite the hand that feeds me
I was the one who married the guy
who lived in a good neighborhood
who sent my children to good schools
who joined a spiritual community that shared my values
who joined the academy and went up the ranks
so why has it left such a sour taste
in my mouth
with words that burn my tongue
and taste so rancid
who am I to speak of social justice
when I have not resisted
when I have not refused to look away
at all the blatant abuses
of power
when I have closed my eyes
and my ears to the sorrow
when I have looked down
to see only my own feet walking forward
3/31/22
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