Before a poem, this was a request, from a friend, about how to prepare rice. Somehow, I believe a trauma experienced will echo on for seven generations afterwards. Of those who survived on and through rice before me, and of myself, who is learning to live as they did and do. How, why, and what else is there?
This is our latest manifesto, atentos.
“They convince us that we must cultivate art for art’s sake. Bow down to the sacred bull, form. Put frames and metaframes around the writing. Achieve distance in order to win the coveted title, ‘literary writer’ or ‘professional writer…Its followers are notorious for “adopting” women of color as their “cause” while still expecting us to adapt to their expectations, to their language.” -Gloria Anzaldúa