Irene Villaseñor
My Life Has Not Been Easy
Death Date: July 11, 2020
I may never live up to the standards set by my
Tiger Mother born in the Year of the Gold Tiger
Before kindergarten I did not have a job
setting out the type for grandfather’s press
I did not graduate high school at thirteen
after taking time off to care for my siblings
I did not have children forced on me by a husband
both my parents came from families of ten after
Numerous miscarriages I did not get an internship
at Planned Parenthood but I heard all about it
Mother knew how far along any teenage girl’s
pregnancy was like she knew how many ounces
An envelope weighed in her hand like she knew
how many letters could be added while maintaining
A balance of perfect negative space so as to be readable
The worst thing she and the other nursing students saw
were doctors reaching inside to pull the babies out of girls
Because their hips were too narrow, they were too weak
to keep pushing on their own, too tired to do more than cry
But that kind of help added more scars on top of trauma
every time it happened all the interns would scream
Behind the glass they did not care if they were
heard but their empathy did not stop the doctors
Another grandmother had bound feet
and all her sons grew up to become feminists
I did not like it when mother made me spend years
wearing house shoes when everyone wore slippers
I do not have narrow feet as an adult
She should know better she gave birth to a Horse
I wanted the same shoes her mother wore
platform flip flops made up of stacked rainbows
Before kindergarten I had a different job
accompanying father confronting neighbors
Who refused to pay our friends working in their
homes, backyards, front yards, buildings, restaurants
We never had to flee from these conversations but my
mother liked to remind me you can’t run well in flip flops
I never ran a safe house for migrant workers
I just lived there and was always dressed formally
Like I was always ready to receive communion
even though I was not allowed to be Catholic
Unlike one of my friends, I was not the youngest
person to testify before Congress but if my parents
Had the right piece of legislation I would be lined up
to go next in the perfect outfit, hairstyle, and accessories
I was not dressed traditionally in public unless it was
Halloween a compromise for proud parents in a racist society
Now all the elders get mad if I do not wear our colors
our textiles when I have a special event
red is life but also the blood of our enemies that we wear
Our people don’t scalp, we take the whole head
The act is sacred, we have our reasons, when it is not
that is when you start to have serious problems
Unless it is the adult human head-sized coconut passed
down from your older brother who is now in the military
But it is still a religious tool lovingly carved, oiled and
further cared for I still think of its scared expression
Could not tell how old it was but had to ask for permission
to play with it and get help when putting it away for the night
I do not have a law degree but I have put my mother’s
second husband in jail and got him on the list of convicted
Domestic abusers that was the least I could do, at home we
would have had a raiding party with all our family and friends
Likely I will not know that pleasure so people tell me to consider
joining a fight club or going to law school or recreational S&M
People think I am a certain way because of how I look
it does not match their expectations if they know me
Unlike my mother I have not been arrested (yet)
it happened in her 60s so I still have time left
I do not have a law degree but I negotiated her bail down
without having to go to court to publicly haggle with a judge
Her husband (not my dad) accused her of attacking him I was
not there I will never know that truth but what I know is he got
Mostly away with beating her for decades to the point where I
wanted to have her skull cracked to check the extent of brain injuries
Because I heard that domestic violence survivors experience
the same levels of brain damage as professional football players do
I heard children inherit their intelligence from their mothers
and leave behind some of their cells that roam freely until
There is some sort of emergency like a hurt heart or brain then
a child’s cells will adapt to settle in and fix whatever is wrong
I have been called a devil more than once for what I do not do
Sometimes I knew when he was on our land and I would call
family at home and tell them to get rid of him do not let him put
Another foot on the ground or I will leave my office right now
Look at the rocks laying still on the ground resting
Look at the birds who landed on branches close to the house waiting
Look at the plants waving gently in the air checking for changes in the atmosphere
Look at the rest of my family anxiously waiting for my arrival
Look at the path being cleared for me to get home as quickly as possible.
Bio
Irene Villaseñor (Aeta, Chinese, Ifugao, and Purépecha) is a poet and community-centered artist whose work explores lineage, migration, family stories, and the ways diasporic communities survive and create meaning. Her writing appears in Nepantla: An Anthology Dedicated to Queer Poets of Color, Queer Nature, Nat. Brut, Cream City Review, North Dakota Quarterly, and elsewhere. She has received support from Tin House, VONA, the Santa Fe Art Institute, Atlantic Center for the Arts, and the New York Foundation for the Arts.