09/17/2026
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You can’t claim to love God and hate His creation. You can’t call yourself Christian while defending cages and calling it freedom. This poem isn’t just about Trump supporters or the Latinos wearing red hats, it’s about all of you who claim to love one another while staying silent as our people suffer.
They forced Christianity on us to make us obedient, erased our language to make us forget, and taught us to see the world through the eyes of our oppressors. We never crossed the border, the border crossed us. That single truth carries the weight of every stolen land and every forgotten name.
We were not taught that we were lynched.
We were not taught that we were Indigenous.
We were not taught that the system was built to keep us from remembering.
They labeled us Latino and Hispanic to separate us from our indigeneity. But we are the children of this continent. Our roots stretch from the tip of Chile to the top of Alaska. They hate us because our existence is proof that they could never finish the genocide.
Ask yourself, who taught you that?
Because when you question, you awaken, and when you awaken, you become unstoppable.
I do this work to teach the truth they erased from us. I spend hours researching, reading, writing, and translating so our people can learn what was stolen from us. But the reality is, as they gut the education system and silence teachers, creators like me are the last educators many people have access to.
Your donations are not charity, they are resistance. They are how I can dedicate more time to creating free, accessible, decolonial education for our community. They are how we reclaim what they took.
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Think critically and question everything.