POLITICAL Poem: The Gulf of America, by Naina Krishnamurthy

They renamed the Gulf of Mexico,
erasing history into dust.
The Mexica civilization, who we called Aztec.
Their great empire crumbling into rust.
A name can hold so much power,
Words stomping with all their weight.
The Gulf of Mexico holds the legacy
of those who came before,
The brutal, the ugly, and the great.
Colonizers and colonized alike,
The name reflects the history of the place.
Yet the government changed its name,
Indigenous history that they don’t want to face.

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