Poetas POBRES Proyecto/Po' Poets Project
¡un taller bilingue/entre varias generaciones, un grupo una revolucion!
A Bilingual/Inter-generational Workshop, a Group, a Revolution!
Poetas POBRE’s Mision/Po Poets Mission
Jovenes, Adultos, Ancianos, luchando para sobrevivir y prosperar apesar de la opression racista y economica, usando nuestras voces, nuestra poesia, nuestros cuentos, nuestra arte para crear cambio localmente y atravez del mundo.
Youth , Adults, Elders struggling to stay alive and thrive through race and class oppression using our voices, our poetry, our stories, our art, to create change for poor folks locally and globally.
My Ancestors Cried
We went from creating art for survival,
to selling our art and culture to survive
sold and bought by the colonizers at a museums, art galleries.
While some of my people eat cheese and wine,
we get bought and sold creating genocide
Our Ancestors said art is done by the people
for the people not for rich colonizers
But we lost our way our culture, our art, our self
POOR Magazine the publication arts and education project was started in 1996 by an indigenous, landless mother and daughter who struggled with extreme poverty, incarceration and criminalization in the US. POOR Magazine, the organization, is a poor people led/indigenous people led non-profit, grassroots, arts organization dedicated to providing revolutionary media access, arts, education and solutions from youth, adults and elders in poverty across Pachamama.
Boronas tiradas, ya no me cae,
Generaciones construyendo planes,
Intercambio por manos llenas de codicia.
Es todo de robar,
Gringos supremacistas siempre
Dejando nos sin,
Afuera y siembre sospechosos
Listos para las mentiras de los ricos,
No thanx to the man
on this day
a lie crafted by uncle sam
no thx to the myths of
supposed pilgrims gifts
no thx to the killin
caused by so many under the lie of thx giving
No - the thx i have
is the thx for the land,
So i have a new list-
not defined by pilgrims myths
coming from our collective lips
the thx i have is for the spirit of uncle al, mama dee
From sun up to sun down.. 365 days with machete in hand
cutting or chopping the harvest to live another day..
to live for my family.. for my love.. for my children.. with humanity
what the system did
to me now a grown man treated as a kid
pulling me inside steady trying to get rid
forcing me in court to pay to see my kid
burnt my history soup, forgot about the lid
what the system's doing