Know your place!
Over eight years ago I began a journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance. A black woman would be the very force to push me to claim who I am.
Not because she wanted me to see the beauty in me!
Not because she welcomed me!
Not because she accepted me!
Not because she wanted me to celebrate a shared history!
She wanted me to see who I am NOT!
She wanted me to know that I was not black!
To her I had no rights!
To her I had audacity!
She wanted me to know MY PLACE!
In response to her questioning my integrity, my blackness, my identity I wrote and published my first story.
To her I say thank you… not only AM I LATINA, but I AM AFRICAN… not only is it MY PLACE but it is MY RIGHT and RESPONSIBILITY to know where I come from, who I am and share that KNOWING with the world!
To my father I say thank you because you are who has raised me with the knowing and life mantra; SI NO SABES DE DONDE VIENES COMO VAS A SABER PARA DONDE VAS? If you don’t know where you come from how will you know where you’re headed?
We are Two Cultures Marching to One Drum (click link for PDF article)
And so it is! Ache