This semester I’ve grappled with W.E.B. Du Bois’ harrowing works, and a wealth of Black Radical scholarship that has followed in his footsteps. I have also spent time getting more in touch with my Puerto Rican roots, discovering my mother’s story, her mother’s story, and her mother’s mothers. This piece is a part of a creative exercise to grapple with that knowledge and truly encounter myself, and others.
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