I dont' believe it is necessary to introduce myself or have some elaborate explanation of who I am. With my postings, in due time, it will be revealed.
However, I guess it is important for you to know that I was born in New York but raised in South Florida. Where culture and racism and oxy morons all co-exist. Then I moved to New Mexico with my husband due to the extreme economical conditions our stupid country was/is in. Unfortunately, money does control the world. Well, enough talking. Here is an outsider's perspective on this pathetic excuse of a state:
Ah New Mexico
A Sunrise that settles over a lilac rose mist tearing apart the darkness
A sunset that hugs the sky like a regretful lover wanting to make amends
Your glorified roads of unpaved dirt and panoramic views of mountains
The land of enchantment
Or the land of entrapment
I see your young virgin smiling brides bathed in white satin being unveiled with
broken hymens
as their stone white faces shine with shame
I see your Rio Grand so grand
and full of syringes
Shhhhh
Not here!
Look at the Indians! The mountains! A goddamn hot air balloon festival! The museums! The artifacts! The caves! The Indians!
How fascinating!
How pathetic
The bloodthirsty land hungry hypocritical culture
Lets praise them!
Why stop at praising?
Lets glorify them!
Thousands of years we stole from them without a glance
Now? They own the casinos that never give you a fair chance
They deserve it, they really do
To make up for it, lets treat them like GODS and become
Who?
Are you Indian?
Maybe. Who knows? I’m sure I am.
They sure are swell, though. Have you been to the casinos?
Chicanos versus Mexicans
IS there really a difference?
But the wages are higher! The air is cleaner! The grass is greener!
Did you notice the smoke among the horizon?
It’s a controlled fire
Isn’t it beautiful?
Are you brainwashed yet?
I hear your streets crying as you keep on flying your silent jets to your private airports
What are you transporting that we aren’t allowed to hear?
But welcome to try.
But shhh close your eyes there is nothing to fear!
Crosses align rocky roadside edges
Dates and names on pretty colorful ledges
While driving down black eyed hedges
The cross reads “Rest In peace” unimportant name
“May peace be with you,” your not the only one that died in vain
God meant for you to die high
Amen
Ah, now the cross makes me feel better.
No, we like mother nature, we boast of beauty we do not like any failing
Ok, keep making arrangements for bodies that fly off the sometimes railings
No my hair is not black peoples hair
No, I didn’t get a perm!
No, I do not go to a tanning salon
No, I do not know how to use a goddamn crock pot
No, I do not like red chili
No, I don’t want to dance to the universal country music you think you like
(did the Indians tell you to dance to the country music? Is that what their laws say?)
No, not all Cubans are communists
No, they can’t come visit! Can you read a book?
No, I do not live on South Beach just because I’m from Florida
No, just because I say “yo” does not classify me as ghetto
No, I don’t like to be stared at as if I was a science project
No, I’m sorry, I don’t drink just because I’m bored
No, I’d rather NOT drive drunk, thanks.
No, that’s not a hill it’s a goddamn mountain!
Yes, I am aware of your suicidal rate despite your efforts of hiding it
Yes, I have seen the meth labs constructed right next door to your fellow good American
Yes, I have seen silent red and blue lights in order to be discreet
And of course I have seen the brilliant plans to build a jail right in the center of town by the children’s pond.
It’s genius!
Strike fear in them! So they never leave! Give them that sense of security!
FALSE!
But true enough that we still stay
Oh, yes, the wage, the wage, the end of the hard day’s pay
Where are you from?
I’m Hispanic
No, but from where? Like, where are you from>
I don’t know. I’m just Hispanic.
YES!
No, I’ll pass on the culture but yes please pass the e!
Oh, you city folk? Oh my! Yeah, we like to keep it country and classic here.
No gun fights, no violence, no drugs, no gangs up here in this perfect mountain town
She says with a swollen lip smiling but droops down to a frown
No, I fell doing yard work.
My husband works at the lab, he would never! You know they pay great, right? I mean he’s a big time scientist, they just signed a new Union contract with a great bonus!
He works a lot of overtime.
I’m four months, did you notice?
I smile politely.
Forget the lip, how’s your identity doing?
City folk and all our baaaad stuff how dare us!
How robotic how psychotic how catastrophic
To see an entire state so void of character
Money aint enough to keep me here
But you keep your pretty mountains and stupid blind deer
Imma find me a good ol city that’s full of violence and horrible horrible things
While you keep living in your dreams.
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