from real experiences by your local south american indijena

-late night studying and catching a glimpse of spirits frolicking around your house

-whispers coming from books about colonialist endeavors and the feeling of generational anger rushing through your veins in a history lecture

-immediately drawing sigils to protect every place you live in

-feeling like you’ve lost everything about yourself in a western institution until you stand in the warm rain and remember 

-walking past a university building filled with native american skeletons for studying and seeing their lost spirits wandering around the grounds asking for help

-burning things for intents before studying

-hyperfixation on piercing and scarification practices from your culture studies as you regret that colonialism condemned indigenous practices

-smelling of cacao butter and coffee like your ancestors cultivated

-painfully smiling as your class debates over the ethics of ‘new world’ invasions

-blasting traditional songs on your walk to class to feel like you’re home again

-excelling in your classes despite feeling like the only non-white there

-the smell of warm skin and tea tree oil and tamarind that encases you in your  favorite library spot

-walking alone throughout the campus knowing you were one of the few that got the opportunity to thrive from your lineage