These people, they smile at me and show their teeth. But, but it's the eyes that bite. I have not seen the back of anyone's head s...ince I came here. Their eyes are all over my body like, like dirty fingers. I think they would turn their backs, I would leap upon them and my flesh would have to be washed off like filth. You should not have brought me here. I do not belong with these people.... How could I know I would come back to this. For five years with the Comanches my eyes never saw a tear. Now they see the silent questions: How many mestizo children carry her blood in their veins? Why didn't I kill myself?LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »