your blue and baby pink zig-zag phone cover is not aztec.
your short shorts with the patterned pockets are not aztec.
your fingernail designs are not aztec.
your laptop case is not aztec.
your hipster, photoshopped pictures of you posing, dramatically, in a field or a desert or wherever;
is definitely not aztec.

you know what is actually aztec? multiple ethnic groups of central mexico. the nahuatl language is aztec. the archaeological remains of tenochtitlan are aztec. 

here, if you’re being ridiculous and offensive to cultures that have been oppressed and stepped on for centuries, you can expect to be called out on it. 

your cute and hipster patterned knick-knacks are institutionalized racism.


trendy, ethnic prints; mass produced roxy ripcurl,
hip native american colors. patterns. 
of symbolism. of ancient wisdom. but, where the natives at? 
you are vultures on our culture. capitalize and mass produce prints,
that you do not understand.
you exploit our painted roots. 


sincerely, 
a mescalero apache and opata indian that to this day still wonders how her ancestors managed to squeeze her between the cracks of this fucked up genocide land;
that spread the legs of her ancestors and raped them of their culture. 
white male supremacy patriarchy land. aztlan. treaty of guadalupe hidalgo.
la raza. arizona. anaheim. illegal alien. racism. rape. 
ghost dance. 
wounded knee. 
i spit on your gentrified streets.