Tengo una mente a la que le cuesta dormir, y un alma y corazón a los que les cuesta dejarse morir. Boricua.
I have a restless mind, and a heart and soul that find it hard to let themselves die. Boricua. -- Spanish version sounds better.
Leaving Borikén (Puerto Rico) to become part of the diaspora in New York City was the only way I thought I could remove myself from the harms of colonization and misogyny in the island, together with the repercussions it had in my life. I guess I was clueless, or hopeful, moving to the very country perpetuating this systemic harm.
When I was younger, I used to write in order to never forget who I was. Now I write to understand and to heal, hoping that my letters heal others, too. And though I only dare to publish what feels less harmful to me and to others that are particularly close to me, I am slowly letting my words come out, because I was quiet for way too long, and I am just beginning to speak.
Please, be patient with me, as I transform my own fears and cravings to be accepted in a world that has physically tried to silent me and my people.
“It is our duty to fight for our freedom. It is our duty to win. We must love each other and support each other. We have nothing to lose but our chains.” - Assata Shakur.