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Sueitko Zamorano-Chavez

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A Love Letter to My Best Friend

Ey, Sé que no te tengo que decir, Pero I'll tell you anyway. I love you. Ayer. Hoy. Siempre. Our connection isn't friendship or sisterhood. It's something more that people say they can't place it. Anything beyond platonic standards MUST be romantic for them, Because they lack the vocabulary in their colonized dictionaries. Like it has to be dressed in bows and ribbons to be understood with their ridgid definitions. Like my love for you can't be as essential, or more important than any love for or from a romantic partner. That being queer or actively poly automatically muddles what we HAVE to be. This society tries to colonize our love, as if it has to fit in one of their boxes to be valid. You are my person, always and forever. Above any them. Above any her. Above any him. Ayer. Hoy. Siempre. Con todo mi amor, ✊🏽Sueitko Zamorano-Chavez

Draft Folder

Draft Folder, listed in the dozens. Clicking through, arrow hovering over SEND Reading each before mail off. To my first manager In that close minded small town Fck you for all the times you said YoU’d LoOK CuTEr in A dREss At every monthly meeting Feeling comfy in baggy jeans. To the corporate sales manager At my first “real” job Fck you for blaming fluctuation in sales on TOo MuCH MaKE-Up, YeT NOt EnoUGH At every promotional performance review. Sitting in a scratchy suit I couldn't afford. To the resource director Over that work-study program Fck you for the encouragement to WeAR YOur HaIR LiKE ThAT MoRE OftEN Curls slicked back in a bun Hiding the indigeneity weaved into my braids. To the research coordinator At that educational institution Fck you for the feedback to WoRK On thAT AcCenT For easier transcribing in a whyte room, Erasing the sounds of my cultura. To the master teacher From that overpriced Preschool Fck you for the low score on the InAppRopRiate ThAnKsGiVIng...

Quarantine Growing Pains

Inspired by a Prompt from Lenguas Locxs Writing Collective In my old life I was, A law abiding citizen. Pushed to marry a love of my life On government terms. In my new life I am, A belittled defendant Judged for accurate actions. Illegible for financial assistance In response to following marital protocol With an undocumented partner. In my old life I was, A bill paying, hard-working employee On the constant grind for proficiency. In my new life I am, An unemployed, rent be late, Payment notices busting out the mailbox. Struggling to keep a daily schedule, Unproductive couch potato. In my old life I was, A paint for pleasure, Write por que de da las ganas creative. Often inspired by mi gente, for mi gente. In my new life I am, A paint for profit sell-out, Write to process my anxiety, heap of a mess. Selling art and pages to mi gente, Cause it’s my only way. In my old life I was, An o...

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