because you are my tribe…
The female doesn’t want a rich man or a handsome man or even a poet, she wants a man who understands her eyes if she gets sad, and points to his chest and say : “Here is your home country.”
Married life with Ellen and Portia.
Aurora Guerrero award winning Chicana filmmaker and screenwriter is screening her movie Mosquita Y Mari tonight and guess who’s sitting in the audience, me! My school rocks.
I believe in God. She, with skin the color of mahogany, lips the reflection of two peaking mountains and a setting sun, and the course of the Nile in a scar running down her. God, is a woman with a slight southern twang, storms rising from her as she dissects Toni Morrison before my eyes, and hips that shake commandments enough to repurpose your faith.
Charles-Henri-Joseph Cordier, Bust of an African Woman, 1851, Bronze, 71,7 cm, The Art Institute of Chicago