It is hard to admire women on a male-driven homosexual predominant community.
I could truly say I’m gay myself. However, queer men of color are often confronted for their admiration to the female body (not the mental/spiritual component).
(Sadly that what they all think about)
Sex is not the option nor the answer. Is it a gene in us?
Today I contemplate, admire, and celebrate the body and soul of an amazing woman. I confess my love to Maria Rodrigues. She is one of the most inspiring scholars in southern California in the Claremont Colleges of the Pomona Valley, with the promise of a better intellect, nerve, and courage from an immigrant feminist community.
Homage from knowing that within every woman of color, there is art, there’s rhythm. There’s life.
There is you.
You will never understand the pain of life, from a woman to inspire future
ripping apart in rivers of vaginal blood.
I wouldn’t know. But you know
You will never understand the pain of a life being judged and stigmatized by my gender identity. Innocent and humble, waiting to be just like you: Human.
But I know you do.
A bright woman of color defends her struggles; understand that change comes from understanding the Two-Spirited ones, the under minded, the wounded, the innocent. A true mujer remembers abundance and nature. She embraces without a doubt.
A woman is god to the eyes of a child.
A woman is you.
I still remember how the queer lay there
Waiting for the pigs.
And to be fucking honest:
Between me and you and La Migra:
There was a queer me
and there was a strong you.
I know you know.
There is me…
And there is you.
From a Queer aspiring scholar
to an intellectual woman.
We’re undocumented and visionary.