{"id":289,"date":"2020-09-28T05:16:14","date_gmt":"2020-09-28T03:16:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/?p=289"},"modified":"2020-09-28T07:37:27","modified_gmt":"2020-09-28T05:37:27","slug":"that-bright-darkness-gloria-anzaldua","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/?p=289","title":{"rendered":"That bright darkness &#8211; Gloria Anzald\u00faa"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone wp-image-290\" src=\"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-300x221.png\" alt=\"\" width=\"414\" height=\"305\" srcset=\"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-300x221.png 300w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-1024x753.png 1024w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-768x565.png 768w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-1536x1129.png 1536w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-1200x882.png 1200w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage-1980x1455.png 1980w, https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/files\/2020\/09\/imageonline-co-blackandwhiteimage.png 1993w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 414px) 100vw, 414px\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong>That bright darkness<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>You have closed the door again<\/p>\n<p>to run away from the darkness<\/p>\n<p>but in your armoire waits the night.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Your buried self was imposed<\/p>\n<p>it chose me to force a fissure<\/p>\n<p>to hear the unvoiced plea<\/p>\n<p>to see the beast behind the bars<\/p>\n<p>of your eyelashes.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I am the only one with round face,<\/p>\n<p>and indian traits, brown-skinned<\/p>\n<p>in the faculty, the workshop, the class<\/p>\n<p>the only one who dares to face you.<\/p>\n<p>I am the flesh in which you pin your nails<\/p>\n<p>mine is the hand you cut still attached to it<\/p>\n<p>mine the stained face because of your puke.<\/p>\n<p>I am gambling your corduroy<\/p>\n<p>and mine.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I want to give you the back<\/p>\n<p>wash my hands<\/p>\n<p>but they remember every mark<\/p>\n<p>every nail embedded in the wall<\/p>\n<p>my feet recognize every stone you step<\/p>\n<p>when you stumble I am in danger too<\/p>\n<p>and remember<\/p>\n<p>those who yelled<\/p>\n<p>push Gloria breathe Gloria<\/p>\n<p>I feel their hands lifting me up, encouraging me<\/p>\n<p>until I face the bloody and throbbing darkness<\/p>\n<p>that now tries to scream<\/p>\n<p>from the space between your legs<\/p>\n<p>I feel again the claws scratching my gut.<\/p>\n<p>I remember hating it\/me\/them for pressuring me<\/p>\n<p>as I pressure you now<\/p>\n<p>I remember the dam breaking<\/p>\n<p>flooding the walls<\/p>\n<p>I remember opening the eyes a day<\/p>\n<p>feeling that something was missing.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The pain was not there, it is gone the fear<\/p>\n<p>that have stalked me the whole life.<\/p>\n<p>And then I saw the divine presence<\/p>\n<p>it was black and had my name<\/p>\n<p>it talked to me and I talked to it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Here we are, four women covered in guilt<\/p>\n<p>you for not pronouncing the names<\/p>\n<p>me for not lending a hand before.<\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know how long I could continue invoking<\/p>\n<p>that dark animal<\/p>\n<p>getting it out from you, from me<\/p>\n<p>calling it god or goddess<\/p>\n<p>while everyone says no no no.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I know I am the Beast that fences your home<\/p>\n<p>glimpses your window<\/p>\n<p>and that you feel my prey.<\/p>\n<p>But I know that the Beast is you<\/p>\n<p>you its prey<\/p>\n<p>you who gives it the light<\/p>\n<p>you that bright darkness<\/p>\n<p>And I know everything its reduced to this:<\/p>\n<p>life or death, <em>life or death.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&nbsp; That bright darkness &nbsp; You have closed the door again to run away from the darkness but in your armoire waits the night. &nbsp; Your buried self was imposed it chose me to force a fissure to hear the unvoiced plea to see the beast behind the bars of your eyelashes. &nbsp; I am [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":10753,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[25,27,24,15],"tags":[26],"class_list":["post-289","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-english","category-feminismo","category-poesia","category-traduccion","tag-gloria-anzaldua"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/10753"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=289"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":291,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/289\/revisions\/291"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=289"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=289"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bonobx.noblogs.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=289"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}