Your First Hate Mail Letter : "I'm with Coyote and looking for More.":

~"Mississippi G-Damn," Nina Simone~

Arizona has got me so Upset
but what of California? Here we are
on the precipice of the Pacific
in our Segregated Bedroom hometowns,
Megaboom mansions on the Horizon.
Coyotes from those hills take up the Mic:
We are tricksters and running the Lotto
numbers of Humanity. When you Read
your first Hate Letter in the Department
of Ethnic Studies, what did you Expect?
You thought you were wanted here? Mailbox
of the Woeful Latina, Immigrant
Professor, what say you of such Rapport?
"I'm with Coyote looking for a Door."

I am the Ethnic Studies Professor: The Most Wanted Educator this Side of Tucson

I am the Ethnic Studies Maestra

the most Wanted educator this side

of Tucson Arizona. An Outlaw

that’s me. Yo Soy Joaquin y Tiburcio

las soldaderas. Todos los santos

que me cuiden dentro de mi salon.

Hago mi trabajo cada dia mejor

vivo mi historia de todo Corazon

siento que soy maestra en prision

pues muchos los demas no respetan

and it seems they’re living in the past

when Mexicans could not drink from water

fountains, attend good schools, or ride the bus.

I say these words so everyone can hear.

Chicana/o Poet's Tree: Free the Dream Act So Our Young Trees Can Grow

You keep your money; I work for my meals,
but let our arts and languages go free.
Don't ban our Studies by Cruel Decree.
We are self-sustaining. Chicana/o
Poetry grows from its own History
and asks you for nothing. It has Students,
Professors, critics and the Tweeters want
It too! A Trunk of Democracy.
Its leaves of Social Change are Flowering.
Ecology’s no question. We must
care for this Tree to keep strong the struggle
for our Liberty! Its Canopy will shade
You, Locos, Inutiles, Viejos, All!
Yes our Poetic Roots still hold us Tall.