I am in the world feeling my way to light ‘amid the encircling gloom.’
I have given my life and all I am to it, and now I want my last act to be to give it all I have, to the last cent.
Yes, I am proud, and very humble too.
Breathing in, I am aware of my heart. Breathing out, I smile to my heart and know that my heart still functions normally. I feel grateful for my heart.
I did a lot of things as a Muslim that I am sorry for now.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
I am the daughter of a Chicana and anglo. I think most days I am an embarrassment to both groups. I sometimes hate the white in me so viciously that I long to forget the commitment my skin has imposed upon my life.
I will never be an old man. To me, old age is always 15 years older than I am.
Indeed, I am sometimes inclined to doubt whether some men consider youth as rational and intelligent beings, with minds capable of expansion, and talents formed for usefulness.
It does not matter whether I am in Hong Kong or Sao Paolo – people always want to talk about toxic bosses and what to do about them.