I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth. Raquel Cepeda More Quotes by Raquel Cepeda More Quotes From Raquel Cepeda A mother isn’t the person who births you; it’s the person who rears you and shows you love. Raquel Cepeda birth shows mother Hip-hop...has been the proverbial key that's opened the door for me to roam this breathtaking planet. Raquel Cepeda hip-hop keys doors Are Latino-Americans white? Black? Other? Illegal aliens from Mars? Or are we the very face of America? Raquel Cepeda black white america Foisting an identity on people rather than allowing them the freedom and space to create their own is shady. Raquel Cepeda space identity people The truth is usually left for us to hunt and gather independently, if we are so inclined. Raquel Cepeda hunts truth-is left I have never bought into the idea that blood is thicker than water. Love and respect are meant to be earned from our children, our spouses, our families, and our friends. Raquel Cepeda children blood ideas Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation. Raquel Cepeda generations block hands Support and encouragement are found in the most unlikely places. Raquel Cepeda unlikely support encouragement Globalization by the way of McDonald’s and KFC has captured the hearts, the minds, and from what I can see through the window, the growing bellies of the folks here. Raquel Cepeda mcdonalds heart travel The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water Raquel Cepeda wall ocean travel I wish she'd said something different, but patriarchy is as prevalent around the world as racism and xenophobia are. We can't hide from it, not even here. Raquel Cepeda xenophobia racism travel When we illuminate the road back to our ancestors, they have a way of reaching out, of manifesting themselves...sometimes even physically. Raquel Cepeda reaching sometimes way Janet Mock's honest and sometimes searing journey is a rare and important look into la vida liminal, one that she manages to negotiate remarkably well, with grace, humor, and fierce grit. Mock doesn't only redefine what realness means to her, but challenges us to rethink our own perceptions of gender and sexuality, feminism and sisterhood, making this book a transcendent piece of American literature. Raquel Cepeda journey mean book The Dominican Republic is my holy land, my Mecca. Raquel Cepeda republic mecca land If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground Raquel Cepeda home years travel To me, travel is more valuable than any stupid piece of bling money can buy Raquel Cepeda pieces stupid travel The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness. Raquel Cepeda skins soul rooms Even the juncture in history and the zeitgeist we live in is something we choose, setting the scene for the spiritual fodder we need to grow and achieve deeper elevation of our souls. Raquel Cepeda soul spiritual needs While America will always, I think, feel foreign to me, New York City is my home. This is where I can construct my own identity freely and reject labels imposed on me. Raquel Cepeda new-york home thinking There are things in our blood that are just naturally passed down to us, whether we want to recognize them or not. Raquel Cepeda want blood
