San Miguel de Allende

San Miguel de Allende
Roof rainbow...San Miguel de Allende, Mexico

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Dear World,
Dear IxChel,
Dear Quetzalcoatl,                      October 23, 2015

We are becoming a
world of refugees,
immigrants, following the
ancient human trade

routes, not guided by
dreams this time, but
guided by poverty, war,
simple hunger, the

fierce desire that our
children survive us,
we follow that fierce
instinct over man made

borders, Madre Africa,
our Human Womb, dreams
her children in drought,
flood, tidal wave, hunger, 

war. See that Mexican
mother, baby in her arms,
older children surrounding
her, she is your

mother. See that Syrian
father, clutching his toddler,
wife lost at sea, he
is your father. See

that Congolese grandmother
starving, tortured, her
sons gone to war, rape,
she is your grandmother.

See that Guatemalan
grandfather weeping, watching
his 12 year old granddaughter
raped, los coyotes,

journey to the USA, safety,
land of daily food, he
is your grandfather.
See the five year old trying

to sleep with hunger, Land
Of Plenty USA, one in four
children hungry, she
is your child.

See the teens at Rikers
Island thousands, millions
in adult prisons USA,
at Rikers their once a day

outdoors, hour at 
dawn, rain, sun, snow,
in a cage, shackled,
solitary for months,

the teenage brain/mind/spirit,
the time of unfolding,
crushed, human promise
murdered, these are your

teens, these are your
teens, these are your
teens, these are our
teens, murdered promise.

See us all fiercely crossing
borders, the ancient 
human trade routes,
survival. Wherever

you are
your family

**The USA has the largest, for profit,
prison system in the world. At Rikers Island
the majority of teens are held for years, waiting 
for a 'court date,' as families cannot post their
bail.  Google Kalief Browder, who refused to 
plead guilty- the usual way out of Rikers- he 
refused, that immense courage. 

Alma Luz Villanueva (c)
San Miguel de Allende, Mexico
(My 'Dear World' poems are in their
20th year, where I bitch, moan, praise.)
They can be found in my books, most 
recently, 'GRACIAS.'
La Frida Kahlo's VIVA LA VIDA...
Mexico City, bike taxi...then to Frida's casita, where her Spirit lives, her laughter.



  1. So powerful, Dear Alma Luz. I know our Madrecita shares your rage and hears you; words flow down through her rivers into her glowing heart. I did not know this about Rikers and youth. This is unforgiveable and heartbreaking. Gracias, always for sharing your poetry and bring mas luz to the world and my heart.

    1. Gracias, Mari...please goggle Kalief Browder, without his courage to NOT plead guilty this horrific story of millions of youth of color, poor white, wouldn't be known. Kalief was beaten, starved in solitary, kept in solitary for months, imprisoned at 16 for 'theft' of a backpack, which he did not do. See his interview, breaks the heart- he committed suicide at 22, that murdered promise, a truly brilliant young man. What did he have to offer our world if he'd been allowed to ripen, unfold... Welcome our family home- one people, one planet, the next 1,000 years. amor, mas milagros, luz... xoxo