What It Means to be a Puerto Rican, pt. II

Hola mi Gente…

In some cultures, part of the coming-of-age ritual involved the offering of a praise poem. It was a way of identifying your gifts, of establishing who you were, and what you were bringing to your community. In a way, the praise poem tradition forced a member of a tribe or society to recognize and commit to their gifts. The following poem, written by Aurora Levins Morales, was inspired by her multicultural heritage and diversity. In it, she identifies the virtues of her diversity, the power she derives from her multi-ethnic make up. Perhaps you can write a poem following her format describing your own ethnic background.

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Child of the Americas

I am a child of the Americas,

a light-skinned mestiza from the Caribbean,

a child of many diaspora, born into this continent at a crossroads.

I am a U.S. Puerto Rican Jew,

a product of the ghettos of New York I have never known.

An immigrant of the daughter and grandaughter of immigrants.

I speak English with passion: it's the tongue of my consciousness,

a flashing blade of cristal, my tool, my craft.

I am Caribeña, island-grown. Spanish is my flesh,

Ripples from my tongue, lodges in my hips:

the language of garlic and mangoes,

the singing of poetry, the flying gestures of my hands.

I am of Latinoamerica, rooted in the history of my continent,

I speak from that body.

I am not African. Africa is in me, but I cannot return.

I am not taína. Taíno is in me, but there is no way back.

I am not European. Europe lives in me, but I have no home there.

I am new. History has made me. My first language was spanglish.

I was born at the crossroads

and I am whole.

-- Aurora Levins Morales

My name is Eddie and I’m in recovery from civilization…