The Afro-Boliviana Experience: Gabriela Agramont

 Every Afro-Latina narrative isn’t the same. Although we share some similar experiences. The most essential key here is listening and understanding each and every person’s individual story.  Here’s an authentic story of an inspirational Afro-Latina who is Bolivian and African-American and her journey!   What does it mean to be Afro-Latina? To me, being Afro-Latina means…

Growing Up Afro Latina In the South – Kisha Gulley

“My name is Captain so and so where are you from?” “I’m your flight attendant Kisha, I’m from Arkansas.” “No you aren’t.” At this point I roll my eyes. Introducing yourself to your crew is customary in the aviation world. You want to know who you are working with. For me though it always got…

Mabel Guzman; Being Black & From DR

  Dominican Republic. The motherland that I couldn’t be prouder to represent. The food, the music, the heat, the enormous amount of people in my family, are just a few aspects of my country that make me love it. But what about culture? It’s probably the first thing people mention when talking about their own…

Mourning Pride – Jackie Torres

  These past few weeks, I have participated in a very private kind of mourning. In the wake of Hurricane Maria’s devastation on Puerto Rico, the usual thoughts surrounding my identity have been exacerbated ten-fold in my already overactive brain. Shameful confession? I have never been to Puerto Rico; at least not when I was…

My Story – Ruby Elizabeth

  “Niña! Bajate de alli!”, I can hear my grandfather yelling at me from the little porch behind the house as I swung on the tree filled of guava. I was born in Paitilla, Panamá; daughter of my Panamanian mother Rudy and my Jamaican father Richard. My name is Rubi Elizabeth Berry Harewood and you…

Ivana- Sol Larios – Raices

  Una negra hispana. Eso es lo que mis padres creation cuando me hicieron. Una gitana sin una  patria de mi propia Con una pierna en el Caroní y una pierna en la Amazónica. ¿Pero a quien pertenezco? El español no sale de mi lengua Tan fácilmente Como mi abuela quiere Y mi piel no…