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Cultura of today


Born of brown colores in a “white” culture,

One life of Mejico traditiones,

Pan Dulce, Tacos y Frijoles,

yet unaccepted by Mejicanos.

Por Que?

Yo no sabe Espanol!

My grandparents were born of this California land that was once Mejico. They were threatened to refuse and disregard their raped language. They were guided to speak English and English ONLY.

Such brainwashing was birthed over and over until my soul dispersed. Dispersed into a “white society” where English was the norm. Where Brown was off, yet white in. WHERE Espanol was wet-back and English the norm.

Mexian culture is beautiful to hang on walls, to wear on your bodice, but dismissed as a human,

To accept and spew the words that you are “Mexican” is an insult to our society,

Por Que?

“True Mejicos”, whose blood has formed from the rape of the Spaniards and Aztecs are embedded to be “Mexican”. They speak “Spanish” and if you are not fluent, you are not.

Mejica from blood yet born of another,

I live for mi vida,

Mi cultura,

Mi familia,

Unbroken by our ancestors rapes, their suffering.

I stand brown and proud,

American born yet cultured with brown.

You don’t know me,

Don’t judge,

I am part of the melting pot that has accustomed to “your” reality!

I am part of mi cultura that has been broken down by the man,

Yet I continue to strive to bring our ancestry alive,

Wherever your ancestry arrives from, we are brought together by rape and pain yet strengthened by relentless intellectual gains,

We are America.

We are the melting pot.

We are culture.

We are today.

-camistar 2019

A Cultured Christmas is…


A Mexican American Christmas is……..
Tamales for days, days of making tamales, never getting tired of Masa, which is a dough made from corn flour. Tamales come twice a year, Christmas is one.


It is pan dulce con cafe.  Sugar, more sugar and more sugar with a hint of caffeine.  Conchas. My favorite-empenadas. Pan is bread, Dulce is sugar. What a sweat treat to eat on a chilly-holiday night.

It is champarado, hot and sweet warming our cold tums. It is our chocolate fix with sugar and tamales. It is kid coffee. I heart champarado.


It is hot soups. Sopita. Sopa. Warm soups for days. Cocido. Menudo. Posole. Caldo de Res. Yum for days.

It is family. Brothers, Sisters, Uncles, Tio’s,Aunts, Tia’s, Nina’s, Nino’s, Grandparents, Great Grandparents, Cousins, Cousins kids. It is a mirage of a huge tribe.

It is Jesus, the son of God. It is saying thank you for being born. It is the Virgin Mary or Our Lady of Guadalupe for giving us our savior.


It is midnight mass. Catholic lives. Christianity. It is all about being thankful.  It is thanking our Angels and Saints.

It is Christmas Trees. Trees with homemade ornaments. Momento ornaments. Pictures. New Mexico ornaments. Mexican décor.


It is wine. Liquor. Laughs. Drinking. Beers. Cerveza. Vino. It is waking up with a hangover. Or not. Orale.

It is mainly speaking English with a few self taught Spanish word. It is not truly being Mexican yet not whole American. It is mainly being off the grid.


It is moca skin, Latina/o blood, spicy attitudes, loud voices, shy personas. Curves. Tall, Short, Dark and Handsome, Beautiful.

A Mexican American Christmas is all I know. I would never change it for anything in the world! I could never live without mi tamales y champarado. I survive on café con pandulce.

I am a mixture of mi familias blood with Azteca, Mexican, and Spaniard. I am the coffee that has more milk than coffee. I am the girl who white people assume I speak Spanish and Mexicans who hate me because I’m not fluent in Spanish.


Thank you to my ancestors who have kept our traditions alive. I live for them every December. Thank you for never leaving Mexico when it became America. Thank you for not allowing the Spaniards to tear our culture down ❤