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aunnalea 's review for:
Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza
by Gloria E. Anzaldúa
"I have left and have been gone a long time.
I keep leaving and when I am home
they remember no one but me had ever left.
I listen to the grillos more intently
than I do their reganos.
I have more languages then they,
am aware of every root of my pueblo;
they, my people, are not.
They are the living, sleeping roots." p. 135
"Nobody's going to save you.
No one's going to cut you down,
cut the thorns thick around you.
No one's going to storm
the castle walls nor
kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you
on the white steed.
There is no one who
will feed the yearning.
Face it. You will have
to do, do it yourself.
And all around you a vast terrain.
Alone. With night.
Darkness you must befriend if
you want to sleep nights." P. 187
I keep leaving and when I am home
they remember no one but me had ever left.
I listen to the grillos more intently
than I do their reganos.
I have more languages then they,
am aware of every root of my pueblo;
they, my people, are not.
They are the living, sleeping roots." p. 135
"Nobody's going to save you.
No one's going to cut you down,
cut the thorns thick around you.
No one's going to storm
the castle walls nor
kiss awake your birth,
climb down your hair,
nor mount you
on the white steed.
There is no one who
will feed the yearning.
Face it. You will have
to do, do it yourself.
And all around you a vast terrain.
Alone. With night.
Darkness you must befriend if
you want to sleep nights." P. 187