I am made of water, distance, dreams, mother’s tears, father’s pain, broken tongue, forced language, colonized eyes, bastardized religions…

In this limited existence of mine, I find myself woven from threads both ancient and enduring. Water flows through my veins, carrying the essence of life and memory, bridging the gaps of distance that separate me from my origins. Dreams fuel my spirit, lifting me above the confines of reality and guiding me toward visions of a world where pain and tears dissolve into hope and joy.

My mother’s tears are the waters that baptized my soul, each drop a testament to the strength and sacrifice of the one who bore me. My father’s pain is etched into my bones, a silent echo of struggles endured and battles fought, his resilience now a part of my own.

The broken tongue I speak with is a mosaic of fragmented identities, a language forced upon me, yet transformed into my own by the sheer will to communicate and connect. Colonized eyes, once taught to see through the lens of oppression, now strive to reclaim and redefine their gaze, seeking truth beyond imposed narratives.

Religions, once pure and profound, now bear the scars of bastardization, yet within their core lies the undying spark of the divine, waiting to be rediscovered and revered in its truest form. I am a living testament to resilience, a blend of history and hope, navigating the delicate balance between what was taken and what can be reclaimed.

In every step I take, I carry the legacy of those who came before me, their dreams and desires fueling my journey. I am a mosaic of my heritage, an ever-evolving symphony of experiences, strengths, and aspirations, moving forward with the determination to honor and transcend my past. 🙏🏾❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer