May the Children of Borikén Remember Their Own Waters, and Never Go Against Them
We are more than beaches or the white man’s imagined Guam or West Palm. We are more than sexualized stereotypes and two genders. So are our island siblings of the Antilles. In a not so distant past, we lived without borders, until colonizers enforced them versus integrated with the land and its children.
Poetry: I am Woman, Now.
“I can not scream for you in the world of my own silence.”