Wednesday, January 30, 2019
My Choice
The music in me comes from my roots: Black, Indian, Cholo, spaniard, Chinese, Hispanic.Unique human being. I am the African of my antecesors, screeming for their freedom. I am the Indian of my great Grandma enslaved and pushed out of what was righfuly hers. I am the Spanierd conquester claiming its flag over the world. I am the Chinese wisdom of the misterious secretive Orient. I am the soul of the Chola mixed with all these races searching for an identity. Lost in a new world lost in the old one. Not belonging to neither. I am just skin and bones searching fot her soul. A Hispanic by definition. A citizen of theworld by accident. A human being by creation. A Harpy Eagle by choice.
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