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      <pubDate>2020-11-19 20:42:39 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Child of the Americas by Aurora Levins Morales</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<div>I am a child of the Americas,<br>a light-skinned mestiza of the Caribbean,<br>a child of many diaspora, born into this continent at a crossroads.<br>I am a U.S. Puerto Rican Jew,<br>a product of the ghettos of New York I have never known.<br>An immigrant and the daughter and granddaughter of immigrants.<br>I speak English with passion: it’s the tongue of my consciousness,<br>a flashing knife blade of crystal, my tool, my craft.</div><div>I am Caribeña, island grown. Spanish is my flesh,<br>Ripples from my tongue, lodges in my hips:<br>the language of garlic and mangoes,<br>the singing of poetry, the flying gestures of my hands.<br>I am of Latinoamerica, rooted in the history of my continent:<br>I speak from that body.</div><div>I am not African. Africa is in me, but I cannot return.<br>I am not taína. Taíno is in me, but there is no way back.<br>I am not European. Europe lives in me, but I have no home there.</div><div>I am new. History made me. My first language was spanglish.<br>I was born at the crossroads and I am whole.</div>]]></description>
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