Poetry: “I VISITED THE TEMPLES OF TENOCHTITLAN WHEN I WAS 8 AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY IMPOSTER SYNDROME” by M.R. “Chibbi” Orduña
I VISITED THE TEMPLES OF TENOCHTITLAN WHEN I WAS 8 AND ALL I GOT WAS THIS LOUSY IMPOSTER SYNDROME
I have never felt more like a tourist
as when taxied in the streets of my birthplace
unable to have a conversation
without tripping into the borrowed currency
of a colonizer’s language harboring
a bloated throat behind this port of entry
a hundred skies away
from mis abuelos
I am suffocated
by the realization
there is so much of me
foreign and undiscovered
how Cortés of me
to gleam the riches of a culture
and call them mine without a single callous
I am little brown boy wishing he were browner
little brown boy güero despite the black curly hair
am I loved
in a country that hates where I’m from
am I hated
in a country my parents abandoned
am I the X in LatinX—the variable
always trying to be solved
I want nothing more
than to be a Carretero in Oaxaca
instead of an Orduña in Texas
rejecting the American
manipulation of my Mexican
two first names too cumbersome
for people to hold them holy––I am
becoming what is most convenient
for the people & leaving behind la gente
when we meet again how will I look
mis ancestors en el alma
& not feel like I’m breaking
into their afterlife