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.
http://www.myspace.com/berrybrasileira
*Cihuatl-Ce

finally found my way to your words – while working on using my own and others’ to help uncover; create; understand the world and myself in it – and i want to say gracias. aunque aun no te conozca muy bien, me inspiras.