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Hispanic Heritage Month in the Times of Cholera
I don’t need a month or a season or a reason to celebrate my heritage, but we’re halfway through Hispanic Heritage Month and I haven’t posted about it on here yet, so it’s about time. My heritage month is a time to honor the heartbeats of cultures that pulse through history, celebrating the vibrant traditions, languages, and rhythms that shape the very fabric of who we are. It is a moment to lift up the voices and stories that echo with strength, resilience, and beauty; the stories that have too often been unheard or misunderstood. Through music, art, food, and dance, we recognize the indelible mark left by Hispanic and…
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Who The Hell Am I – A Poem
This is yet another identity post. I often wonder, you see… “American” is broad, so I won’t go there Dominican by birth, but people don’t care. They think I’m Cubana, sometimes Colombiana Puerto Rican, Brazilian, even Peruana. In my grandpa’s blood, Asian; in my grandma’s, French African for sure; Spain brought in the slaves. “What the hell am I” I’ve wondered for years My last name I traced, it is European. Taíno, Mestizo; the terms now seem odd History has played a role, and full-blood we are not. But Multiracial is beautiful, a wonderful world, I can straighten my hair or wear it curled. Literature and music, the influence is…
