So I have one poem here that is about Arizona, actually,
or has to do with Arizona.
This is my first time here, but I watched y'all from afar.
Y'all had some fucked up laws.
Y'all still have some fucked up laws.
So this is called-- this is "Showing Papers I."
It's a little series.
In the second part, I'll get the visuals going.
So this is "Showing papers I-- pregnant
while brown," after the laws of Arizona, 2012.
And the laws had to do with banning books, and immigrants,
and abortions.
So that's what happened here.
I was pregnant with a book.
A brown book.
Every month pregnant,
Every month brown.
Birthing documents,
Long forms,
Short stories,
Hidden histories,
Tall tales,
Tongue twisters.
Pregnant every month.
A bloody flight from two Nogaleses.
Pregnant
With a bloody book on the brown side of history
In the arid Spanish native land.
Ink expelled,
Blood erased.
Pregnant every month with unwanted words
Wrapped in a certificate.
Abandoned womb text,
A border infiltrated.
Pages smuggled, crumpled, bleeding, brown.
History, a fugitive in the womb.