La Siguanaba
Sara Curruchich
The Siguanaba
With long hair
White güipiles
Under the night of moons
New, waxing, full, waning
She showed herself
Some in the villages see her walk
They have seen her face, scarred it is
There are those who fear her, believe her supernatural
But her story, I want to tell you
Forced to marry an older man
He believed that women should be dominated
And that their bodies are a sexual object
But she fled, because she knew her body belonged only to her
No one should hit her
Her life is hers and no one else's
She walks the streets yes
With white güipiles
Under the Moon and the Sun she walks
And her word, and her gaze
With the strength of the forest and the mountain to never be silent again
They call her the Siguanaba
They call her witch
They call her animal
Because she fights against the violence of the patriarchal system
She walks the streets yes
With white güipiles
Under the Moon and the Sun she walks
And her word, and her gaze
With the strength of the forest and the mountain to never be silent again
They call her the Siguanaba
They call her witch
They call her animal
Because she defends women and their dignity
Jantape’ k’a xtisamäj pa qiwi’
Konojel ri ixoqi’
Xkeruto’, xkerukol
She won't stop walking
She brings with her the strength of the ravines
And contributes to sow freedom
To sow
