Written by: Silvia Angulo
Tomorrow, after yesterday I am Latin-
Dominican woman in America.
Singing a Reggaeton laden lullaby
And it sounds like:
-rent raised four hundred times the minimum wage
-seven hundred times my aunt’s wage.
-of Highland Park street vendors,
-and of Brooklyn bodegas.
Somewhere, on the corner of the world
ten-year-old women pose in bleach
white wigs and pumps. Peddling
chromosomes and inquiries of tongue.
And out there, the great trans-parent
holds to prayer beads blessing
their pride and burns.
Oh goddess of blow.
Oh spirit of mouth and trade.
Today, I am
mujer of hope.
Raging home, raging state.
I will demand financial aid,
and food stamps with
the cheek I hold my poems in.
Next week, I am bitch woman body
of coal. Burning, even if
they object my name, and call me sweet-
I am nothing,
and profound fury. I am island scratched
from blues to throat.
Sometimes, I think a father is right.
Most times, I think a lack of presence,
does not entitle an opinion.
I am brown country thunder
brewing, heat wave of mi madre
prim and plotting for expired
Silvia Angulo is a Dominican feminist writer currently residing in Los Angeles, CA. Her work has appeared in The Feminist Wire, Bitch Magazine, Wolf Willow Literary Journal, Brasilia Review, Haggard & Halloo, among others. Silvia received her BFA in Fine Arts and Filmmaking at the art and film program at The City College of New York. She is also a part of the Revolutionary Artists coalition for Affirm National.