pineda writes in zapotec and spanish and worked with a white translator for the english versions; not saying the translation is good or bad but just something to keep in mind; the poems use more general/metaphoric language than i usually prefer but theyre all super sad
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I know where I come from
I know someone awaits me
it's the cord binding me to my nahual 
it's the lamp lighting the path home
But I will not return whole in these distant lands 
half my heart remains
I was one person before uprooting myself 
another I learned to be here
Now with a divided heart
How can I keep it from breaking?
If I stay
I will miss my people and my soul
If I go back
it will hurt to hold in my hands all that I discovered here