TONANTZIN

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  • All right that's enough.
  • Over four centuries of this nonsense
  • is quite quite enough.
  • The black Madonna. Her picture on
  • Cuauhtlatohuc's robe.
  • Roses in December. Castilian roses.
  • Mary, Queen of the Americas. Mary.
  • Listen and listen closely.
  • My name is Tonantzin, mother of all the Aztecs.
  • That was and is my holy place, the high ground
  • where I was worshiped for a thousand years,
  • the ritual place where Moctezuma
  • received Cortez into our ancient world,
  • before the betrayals began.
  • I gave you life, I will see you into earth
  • when you die and I am not black, I am golden.
  • I am not some wispy Florentine girl
  • posing in pretty robes for a Raphael to paint.
  • I have bones, substance, the presence of command,
  • and I wear the clothes of my people, my arms bare
  • in the heat, crowblack hair gleaming in the sun.
  • I do not look down daintily but straight
  • into your wavering eyes, seeing you
  • for all you are and are not. Unlike this
  • Mary girl, I am not easy to live with.
  • I do stand on the moon, I do radiate light-
  • even fools get some things right.
  • And I take some satisfaction in the spread
  • of this frail usurper, this Madonna of Guadalupe,
  • as her sweet image appears around the world.
  • They could not have taken away my people
  • without her but in truth, I have the people still, and more.
  • You know, you know, that this Mary thing
  • stands for me, however palely, that she is me,
  • Tonantzin, that she is Isis, Astarte, Freya and Sekhmet,
  • all of us who have been banned from your world
  • by the priesthoods of the timid.
  • You put this Mary on your dashboards
  • and on your refrigerators because your fears
  • allow us only insipid form.
  • Still we reign in your lives, creating it all, behind this silly girl.
  • Mauhcatlayecoantin. No mauhcatlayecoantin.
  • Fools. My fools.