Mother, remember the night that the dog had her pups in the pantry?
Blood on the walls and the fleas in their paws,
And you cried ‘til the morning.
So may the sunrise bring hope where it once was forgotten,
Sons are like birds flying always over the mountain.
"Motherfuckers will read a book that’s 1/3 elvish, but put two sentences in Spanish and White people think we’re taking over."
Junot Diaz to the interview question “Do you think using Spanish in your writing alienates some of your readers?” (via emilyhahns)