aztec
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There’s a family
In Mexico City
Loud and Proud
And All So Pretty
There’s the mother
Coatlicue
Like Mother earth
Living south and living northNo one knew the flying feather,Or watched for his ghastly shapeTho’ among he quietly slithered
I was born out of two genocides.
The first of European colonization the destruction of my Aztec bloodline,
by my blonde hair green eyed grandfather making me Mexican,
being that I was born and raised on our fertile land...
