
I did not know who he was. The man held strange, rigid tools or weapons. Incoherent mumbling ran from his thin lips. His skin was blinding white, his eyes were a murky green. His gaze held a strange sadness, sadness for me. There was barely any dirt on his bodies yet I was covered. Who was he? He did not belong here. His frail fingers reached for me and I hissed, smacking his hand away. My people told me how my father had been one of these white monsters, that was why my eyes were blue like the sky. My people had told me that the outsiders would try to steal me, they wanted to exploit the women of our tribe and defeat the men. I would defeat him instead.
– Ermisenda Alvarez
When they came here
Cortez and his men
searching for their treasure
those days back then
Legend of our tribe
says there were more
than the tribal elders
had ever seen before
It is the same
as other tribes stories
of the foreign conquerors
looking for their glories
In battle with people
for their treasured gold
they would take away
from young and old
All of the men
put up a fight
but they were many
as stars at night
You know the ending
of this sad tale
when they took all
and away did sail
After that our number
was reduced to few
and we became history
as their number grew.
Teresa Marie 10/16/11
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