Read this in Spanish
queer liberation is in this skin
it paints our nails
thickets, multicolored farms
roots that engrave the air
it takes up blues, violets, roses
daily filters
glitter is earth
we leave our sunflower DNA
planted in each post
we visualize our affect
no one does it better than nosotres
nosotras, ellas, elles, us, brujes,
enby witches of the daily crop
we root pleasures
where others, death
we burn crucifixes
with each exhalation
our wind hits us suddenly
from within
we declare ourselves farms
pink, turquoise, oranges
traveling the universe
however we please
because we have the power
our stems
give future meaning
to this present
that murmurs in our ears
not heaven, nor hell;
earth
because we have the power
because we have the power
because we have the power
because we have the power
because we have the power
because we have the power
because we have the power
our jayaera switches off churches
incinerates violences
we liberate inner walls
knowing that happiness will
light every day
that we will remember ourselves
as our own
trans, pates, negres
queers, black
free
it makes them uncomfortable
and we smear more glitter
on our bodies
they offer us grays
and we vomit shimmer
they ask us for silence
and violet butterflies
flutter and wheel spirals
vociferating freedom songs
this month and each morning
and wound and sore
water scar
we will dream once more
despite you all
we are
a fire tuber
that glitters