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I am responding to several questions within this message. As always (unless requested) I will not respond to you by name.

First of all, no I did not do anything for halloween besides spending it within the folds of the hills. Back home my kids did participate in handing out candy and even carved a jack o lantern which my daughter sent me a picture of with a message attached. I believe those days are over for me.

Secondly, Yes, I am done.

Thirdly, I have received a few requests for my new address due to the holiday season (Christmas Cards) which I will not be participating in nor sending out my address either. I do not mean to offend anyone but I do not want to be found. You may send me emails instead.

Wow, it's November and I am still living in well you already know. Domestic Violence Awareness Month is over so no more media attention unless news is slow or we have a death. We have the power to change anything and everything all we have to do is want to.

TRADITIONAL LOVE

We speak of traditions

Like they will always be

A tradition is defined by time

Is carried from hand to hand

With pride and joy

Like Thanksgiving at moms

Or Christmas on the river

And maybe all the mujeres

De la familia

Getting together

And making tamales

Maybe even taking turns

With abuelitas recipes

It is the handing over of customs

Sharing of things close to our heart

Hand to hand

Not hand to face

Domestic violence

Is not an option

Nor is it a tradition

To be handed down

From father to son

Or father to daughter

Or mother to son

Or mother to daughter

The blue veins throbbing with rage

Are not to be passed on

Traditional love is enjoyed

It doesn’t hurt

My brown eyes are not an invitation

To be blackened

Las mujeres en tu vida

We are not property

We are women

Pure and simple

It is a disgrace to our race

To be known

As wife beaters

And as violent people

The cycle of violence must end

And we must choose our traditions

With our hearts

And not our fists

Our ancestors

Gave us many beautiful traditions

That we should honor

And when our memory returns

To that time and place

Where we saw the baton of violence passed

We choose to drop it and bury it

So that our children do not become

Victims of abuse

So that they may inherit

Traditional love