Y Volver volver
Y volver volver VOLVER con la opresión otra vez. Llegare hasta donde estés yo se perder, yo se perder pero jamás me venceré. History repeats itself spins like a 45 but then there’s the scratching a needle trying to stop time. I keep coming back to the same place- like literally. Like a poem about writing- writing itself. I teach at Cal State Dominguez Hills Toro Pride Tuesdays burgundy and gold horned students, learners and spiel-lers of knowledge, ideas bouncing off those 70s concrete walls, between the Japanese gardens bonsai trees growing little and back to CAMS, the high school I went to when I was just a little 9 th grade girl from Compton, which started to feel little for me so I knew I had to go. Looking for an alternative and CAMS high landed on my map- my route on this road less taken but now I’ve started a path. CAMS is on the campus of Dominguez Hills and back in 1990 I never fathomed that in 201