Ayling Zulema Dominguez
2 Poems
In a 1987 Texas federal district court case set to determine whether or not Ricardo Rodríguez, a Mexican man who had lived in TX for over a decade, could naturalize under existing racial restrictions on citizenship, Judge Thomas Maxey stated that Rodríguez could be
Classed with
the copper-colored or red men. … dark eyes,
straight black hair, and high cheek bones.
If we are copper, it is because of our earthen
desire. The copper in my ears that allows me to still hear
the voice of my abuela—voy envejeciendo y me acerco
cada vez más a la tierra. From dirt we came and to dirt we will
return, she reminds me. How good of our copper stories to
be anti-corrosive, to be stored in our livers and kidneys,
where excess can become poison, so we seek descendants vowed
to preserve a naturally occurring treasure threatened
by unnatural possession, even if by means of mutation,
a skin electric. If we are copper, it is
because of the way we must be mined for, extracted
from the ore of our lands. Our copper blood
that knows no nationhood.
Aguatero y Limpiatumba
En el Barrio Obrero my father fought until the cemetery soil refused
his blood. He stashed black eyes and bloody noses and ran
home after the ground got tired of catching him. He locked
horns with the other schoolboys where no one would pull
them apart. Daring graveyard boys with an anger
they could not yet place, an anger they could not yet stop.
We are only as holy as our surroundings. I asked if he ever thought
the ghosts would haunt him. Nunca. Los fantasmas de la isla entienden
la ira. What is a fight amid tombstones for a boy handed
the same killing device as massacring army and told to restore
the burial grounds. A boy whose father was administered
a language test on his way home from work, just to prove
he was Dominican enough to evade the machete.
Island ghosts do not roll in their graves, they reach across
a river named slaughter in more histories than one
and clear the table for what comes after: descendants of
descendants rejecting regurgitations of dictatorly desire.
Bio
Ayling Zulema Dominguez is a poet, mixed media artist, and youth arts educator from Bronx, NY, reconnecting to their indigenous roots in Mexico and the Dominican Republic. As a creative in an abolitionist mindset, their art is grounded in the imaginative, “Who are we at our most free?” Ayling is currently pursuing an MFA at ASU, and ultimately believes in poetry as a tool for liberation, especially when written and sung from the voices of people rebelling against colonialism.