Dear Mixed Kid- Black is multilingual V
In honor of black history, I think of my own definition of Black, Negra, and Nwa.
I was born a revolutionary. I do black different, I do Latina different.
Born into a kilti where slavery has not existed since 1804. Racism was not my daily dose of existence, until I learned English and was thrust into foreign places.
Prejudice was dressed instead cultural doubters and body shaming, I was taught to love my blackness and history. English was my 4th language.
My black comes in Kreyol and Ay Bendito Nene. There's no level or quota needed to be filled to be enough of anything. Race is usually apparent. My blood type bleeds a different kind of red and blue, pride runs thicker than the bodies of water traversed for my alien father to get here.
My blackness is multilingual, multicultural, and just as important.
The Taino is louder in our spirtual curas when illness comes than the European identities I've been accused of. Afro-Latina, completely Caribbean, free slaves and rented democracy.
Dear mixed kid, when those void of homelands come for you and yours, let them know:
I am no shadow to bring light to .