A wild exhausted Temporada by Danielle S. Rueb Castillejo

A wild exhausted Temporada by Danielle S. Rueb Castillejo

“We do this because the world we live in is a house on fire and the people we love are burning.”

― Cisneros Sandra

At the heart of the United States

is a complex entanglement of Christian faith, racism, and government, which condones this compliance, silence, and erasure. White supremacy asks persons to detach and find the body separate from mind, spirit and soul. It is an intentional process in which many infant parts of our personalities do not grow into our bodies and form the attachments, find the language, or learn to soothe our bodies that are swimming in a sea of white culture. Dr. Stearns (2020) states, “To focus on the body is to understand the very roots of language and meaning, as well as the divergent ways in which trauma shatters oneself and ones located-ness in the world.” Thus, this highlights the necessity of delving into the work of the spirit in the broken places of trauma in body, mind, and spirit, to discover place, and make meaning of the world.

Be aware of the power of complicity and a heightened level of contempt.

I Am Those We Are Here

We are not dead in the past

Nor do we play at an appearance in this world.

We are,

And it weighs upon the back of calendars,

Upon the tender ignorance of unrecorded time.

In spite of a thousand moons

That have witnessed our burial:

A thousand suns witnsees our forgetting.

Stil,

One moon is not enough.

There will

Most likely be

Five hundred more suns

To watch my memory erase

And my naked body die.

When the remembrance fizzles

No one will manage to pursue the secrets

Sheltered in my being

Somewhere, at some time.

 --Enriqueta Lunez --