Our Blood

Blood of my own,
blood of sunrise,
blood of a broken moon,
blood of silence,
of dead rock,
of a woman in bed
jumping into nothingness,
Open to the madness.
Blood clear and definite,
fertile seed,
Blood the unbelievable journey,
Blood as its own liberation,
Blood, river of my songs,
Sea of my abyss.
Blood, painful moment of my birth,
Nourished by my last appearance.

— Susana Chávez Castillo

Sangre nuestra

Sangre mía,
de alba,
de luna partida,
del silencio.
de roca muerta,
de mujer en cama,
saltando al vacío,
Abierta a la locura.
Sangre clara y definida,
fértil y semilla,
Sangre incomprensible gira,
Sangre liberación de sí misma,
Sangre río de mis cantos,
Mar de mis abismos.
Sangre instante donde nazco adolorida,
Nutrida de mi última presencia.

Poet Susana Chávez Castillo was a feminist activist who led rallies in protest of the continuing violence in Ciudad Juárez. Hundreds of women from the city have disappeared or been murdered since the early 1990s. She helped organize support for the families of the victims and used her poetry to draw international attention to the violence. Susana Chávez was found murdered in January 2011.

[Research note: Rubén Villalpando, “Asesinan en Ciudad Juárez a la activista social Susana Chávez,” LaJornada (January 12, 2011); “Juarez killings activist Chavez murdered in Mexico,” BBC (January 12, 2011)]