Manjioca: Uma Brasilian Feminista…

the only child of a stubborn mother who travailed the veil of invisibility…
manjioca became the visible, the dreamahhh, constellation weavah*… with her words she was born as one wedded to them, for revolucao… in the womb of my mothers mothers, Brasil… i was born, speaking, falando, challenging, thinking, pertubando complacency…
a follower of her mother, arrived at the age of seven in Queens, New York City to begin again… her first feminist being her mother, she started young.  A life-long student of life and academia, a soul-searcher, a re-searcher..a voyager.  An aspiring Professor, a youth-activist, a friend, an artista feminina, a Xueerista, a confidant, @ times a lover… a constant philosopher, a perpetual thinker, living in her mind.  A Gypsy.  A lover of music, a counselor, a listener, a word healer… a thrill seeker?  A Poetess, Cantora de almas perdidas… a dream traveler… a writer.  A constant work in progress, that is she, that is me. comec@ do fim.

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*Cihuatl-Ce

“Social justice is more than empty rhetoric. It requires strong empathetic identification with the underdog a process requiring critical reflection. Getting to this point is a painful process because many deeply held beliefs come under scrutiny. Those who are willing to engage these ideological constructions of the self will emerge as champions of equality–and can be counted on one hand.”

~Darron Smith~