I Believe – Mantra

I Believe – Mantra

Today I watched Hidden Figures. Tears streamed down my face throughout the movie as the main characters were belittled. As opportunities were negated. I was reminded that so often women’s work goes unnoticed. Especially when that woman is of color. In a time where it feels we are not going forward but backwards in women’s rights, how can we believe in the possibilities for women in the world?

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When I Look at Their Faces..

When I Look at Their Faces..

… the beautiful children, I wonder ‘how can you not love these faces’. I cried after the elections because I thought of the beautiful children who are shamed for who they are in a country that millions go to, leaving everything they know, their families, their culture to pursue a life that promises better opportunities and safety for their children.

But children like us will never be safe as long as we are hated. My heart is torn when I think of the children who are being told they will be deported, who are being taunted about walls being built, who are growing up in fear of embracing their cultural identity, and not just Latino children, America’s children.

It seems that no matter how often we tell our stories, how much we seek to be understood, our voices are shut down. If you’ve ever felt helpless in your own skin maybe you could understand. The president-elect has unvieled the dangerous minds that still exist in the United States. People’s lives are in danger. This isn’t about democrats, or republicans to me, I could care less about a party. People of color are living in fear and are expected to sit back, relax and let it go… um, NO.

I am an unapologetic God-fearing woman who believes my background was given to me on purpose along with my voice, along with my gifts, just as God counted every hair on my head he put an eagerness in me to speak on behalf of my people. Therefore, I will speak in spaces they will never be in themselves. Possibly in cultures they will never interact with, but I will be a voice for the voiceless. Because even if I have never tasted justice, I am called to seek it.

Psalm 69:
3 I am worn out calling for help;
my throat is parched.
My eyes fail,
looking for my God.
4 Those who hate me without reason
outnumber the hairs of my head;
many are my enemies without cause,
those who seek to destroy me.
I am forced to restore
what I did not steal.

Mi Sueño Ecuatoriano

Mi Sueño Ecuatoriano

It’s ironic. People fight through barriers to receive that blue passport. That blue passport that is perceived to secure power, freedom, and success to many people around the world. I had a right to that blue passport because I was born in the United States of America. Millions have obtained citizenship after years of hard work, thousands of dollars, and obstacles most native-born people would not understand.

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Representando

Representando

Represent Represent!

Being a Brooklyn girl, there was always this pride instilled in me to rep Brooklyn HARD! Maybe that pride comes with New York culture, with Biggie songs blasting throughout Bedstuy and making us all feel like Hip Hop belongs to us. It didn’t matter if I moved to Massachusetts or Virginia, you could tell by the way I talked, by the way I moved, by the way I created art that I was from New York. Not saying I didn’t take a piece of wherever I go with me because I did, what I’m saying is, I never forgot where I came from.

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I Was The Girl…

I Was The Girl…

“Think about the circumstances of your call, brothers and sisters. Not many were wise by human standards, not many were powerful, not many were born to a privileged position. But God chose what the world thinks foolish to shame the wise, and God chose what the world thinks weak to shame the strong. God chose what is low and despised in the world, what is regarded as nothing, to set aside what is regarded as something, 1 Corinthians 1:26-28

I am the girl parents did not want their kids around because I was a bad influence, the girl adults said would end up pregnant because of how I dressed, the girl people said would not make it far, etc. I am the girl who covered up her hurt with attitude, and I had a lot of hurt.

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