regarde le ciel
incrementally, I stand:
in me are eons and the cramp of endless ancestry
um so lately I can’t eat without feeling guilty about it afterwards ?
"you people wound us when you reject us. rejection strips us of our self-worth; our vulnerability exposes us to shame. it is our innate identity you find wanting. we are ashamed that we need your good opinion, that we need your acceptance. we can no longer camouflage our needs, can no longer let defenses and fences sprout around us. we can no longer withdraw. to rage and look upon you with contempt is to rage and be contemptuous of ourselves. we can no longer blame you… here we are weaponless with open arms, with only our magic."
Gloria Anzaldua, “La Conciencia de la Mestiza: Towards a New Consciousness”