43 Missing Ayotzinapa Students in Mexico
I wanted to write my reflective expression on this disaster as a poem to a survivor, but I ended up sounding more like I had been the survivor myself. I think this happened because of the intense relatedness and closeness that I felt to this event. This happened in a country that I also call home, and learning so much more about this disaster broke my heart. I had not known the extent of the trauma and it saddens me to realize that I only just now am learning more about this. My art’s reflective expression turned more into a survivor’s narrative because I now do believe I am a survivor of the pain that was inflicted in Mexico, despite of geographical distances.
A Part of Us is Missing
What you ever peacefully gone to sleep at night and wake up the next day wondering what crimes happened the night before?
If you haven’t, maybe you will now.
43 lives were taken from this earth on the night of September 26th, 2014
In the dark night, some were taken, some were left as dead, with hours upon hours passing and no ambulance in sight.
Bodies bleeding…bleeding… bleeding …gone.
Humans that had no devious intentions of ever doing wrong
Humans that fought for their rights and the rights of others – gone.
Bodies of revolutionary humans that wanted to enlighten their minds, enlighten their souls…
The lives of not 1, not 2, not 3, but 43 HUMANS were taken from this Earth
I ache with you
I ache with the heart that is left in your soul pulsating and hardly breathing because a part of you
A part of us … was taken.
We ask for answers and search and yet, our hearts remain confused, aching and bewildered
How can our country that we love so much do this to you? To me? To US?
I no longer feel safe in my body. I no longer feel safe in my country.
I ache
I mourn
My soul died.
