Legacy Of Brutality
Straight Outta El Monte, SGV. 19.Mexicana.Xingona.Gata Loca.Old Soul.
I got PunkRock blood running in my veins,
the Rockabilly disease eating up my brains.
¡No cabe duda que La Lucha Sigue!

Today in my Into to Chicano Studies class we discussed and reflected on a film we watched last week; ¡Viva La Causa! 500 years of Chicano History. So I decided to share my option of the movie with the class, and to my surprise my professor was really touched by what I had to say. She was shocked and told us that it took her about 10 years to come to the same realization and conclusion that I had just shared with the class. She also told me she would never forget the words I spoke because according to her they were very powerful, and then went on to tell me I was going to “kick ass” in college. Right as she began to say all of these things to me in front of the class, I immediately started sobbing and could help but shed a few tears of joy. This was probably the most humble and the greatest compliment I have ever received in my life, and it was coming from someone holds a Ph.D, and does not even know me. Her kind words really got to me because as a 1st.generation dreamer, and someone who comes from a struggling, undocumented family of four with a single mother, this was validation that all our hard work and everything we have had to sacrifice and endure throughout these years is slowly paying off. Y por esto me siento bien XINGONA, and I’m very optimistic of the future, and that someday we will ALL get to not only see, but also experience a better tomorrow.

atomic-flash:

Zenith Record Player Radio Advert Detail, 1953
  • 14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
  • 17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
  • 21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?
  • 27 years old: My parents were married and had kids by now. I have a growing comic collection and a penchant for Pokemon.
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Cruz Cruz que se vaya el diablo y venga Jesus

Me to my haters (via reyna-de-corazoness)

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Ubícate

Religous Incantation of the Mexicans for when someone isn’t checking themselves, and thus, is wrecking themselves (via chanclazo)

(Source: illegalnalgas, via stupidhynas)

notbolin:

if october to january isn’t your favorite time of the year you’re wrong

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moonnmilk:

bio-mechanic:

taniafonseca:

We all know the Aztecs by that name, but it was not actually a name that they ever called themselves. The Westerners who came up with the name ‘Aztecs’ likely took it from one of the original places that the Aztecs lived around the twelve century, called Aztlan, which was in the Northern part of Mexico. However, the Aztecs themselves actually referred to themselves as Mexica, which is actually where the name for the country of Mexico originally came from.
Mexica (Meh-shee-kah) is the original Nahuatl (the so-called Aztec language) way of pronouncing Mexican, Mexicano, Chicano and Chicana. The Mexica was the last of our great Anahuac civilizations (1325 to 1521). Mexica is the only one of our cultures and civilizations which has enough surviving material from which we can reconstruct our Anahuac nation. The Mexica were victims of an ethnocide that left no one today who can authentically call themselves Mexica, much like in Italy there is no one who can authentically call themselves Roman. Therefore, the rest of us who have lost all of our civilization identity and culture or tribal identity and culture, and even those of us who have a civilization or tribal identity, can and should embrace Mexica identity as a collective identity for all of us that we use in order to reconstruct our Anahuac nation and as a means of Liberation. Mexica is our point of unity and our means of reconstructing all of our nation.
Nican Tlaca is our Nahuatl (Mexica) language way of saying “We the people here”, in reference to all of us who are Indigenous to Cemanahuac (what Europeans call “the Western Hemisphere”) and more specific to Anahuac which is the northern part of Cemanahuac (which is called “North America”). Nican Tlaca refers to all of the people of our race in the “Western Hemisphere”. We are not Indians or indios because those are the people of a nation called India!
#MEXICA #MEXICAN #INDIGENOUS #INDIGENOUSROOTS #nicantlaca #indigenouswarrior #1500s #mexicapride #brownpride #AMERICANHISTORY #vivamexico #mexicolindo

“The Mexica were victims of an ethnocide that left no one today who can authentically call themselves Mexica, much like in Italy there is no one who can authentically call themselves Roman. Therefore, the rest of us who have lost all of our civilization identity and culture or tribal identity and culture, and even those of us who have a civilization or tribal identity, can and should embrace Mexica identity as a collective identity for all of us that we use in order to reconstruct our Anahuac nation and as a means of Liberation. Mexica is our point of unity and our means of reconstructing all of our nation.”
This really rubs me the wrong way, and I won’t get into a long explanation of why b/c I have talked about why this rubs me the wrong way, but a shortened version:
 No the Mexica aren’t dead, their descendants (the Nahua people)  are still alive and well. and many can still speak their language, so stop referring to them in the past tense. Also, it is important that indigenous people have solidarity, but not at the cost of sacrificing and disregarding our own unique identities, traditions and histories, that is not solidarity.


^i was thinking as i read, there ARE still some. I’ve personally encountered some
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I am in fifth grade
and I am embarrassed by my body.
The nurse tells me
I am becoming a woman,
and I begin to cry.
There are hills and valleys on my chest
proving I am the weaker sex.

I am in eighth grade
and I sneak poetry to my English teacher
with post-it notes that insist
this isn’t that good but here you go…
My body trembles when
I raise my hand.

I am in tenth grade
and my fingers are turning blue.
I am purposely failing one class
to have study dates with a senior,
and skipping another
to experience my body in the sunlight.

I am in college
and my voice is cracked
from never being used.


Michelle K., The Timeline of Worth. (via michellekpoems)

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joaquinguzmanloera:

I will always admire the way Hispanics hustle for their money, wether it’s by waiting outside 7-11 stores to get hired for a construction job, selling roses on the traffic light or selling tamales y elotes. They just never ASK for money, they EARN it in the most humble and honest way and that’s something I will always look up to.

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If someday the moon calls you by your name, don’t be surprised because every night I tell her about you.

Shahrazad al-Khalij  (via thelittlebookoffeels)

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Es el 15 de septiembre una fecha

que todos los mexicanos recordamos con honor.

Es el día que levantamos la bandera mas bonita,

es el día que celebramos lo que Hidalgo principió.

Qué repiquen las campanas de Dolores;

Y al compás de los acordes de nuestro Himno Nacional

(¡Viva México! ¡Viva!) “¡Viva México!” gritemos,

que aunque estemos como estemos

no nos hechamos pa’ atrás.

Viva México completo, nuestro México repleto

de bellezas sin igual.

Esta tierra, que es la tierra que escogió

pa’ visitarla la Virgen del Tepeyac. 

¡VIVA MEXICO CABRONES! ❤️💪💚

smokesomeweedaboutit:

who else is excited for fall?