Oye, Morena

I am an old school Latina.  My hips are wide, my hair is curly, my heart is always open.  I am a nurturing lioness- I will give you the clothes off my back and fiercely protect those I love.  I can turn a kitchen out, making habichuelas from memory, hechando ajo y cebolla in everything I cook.  White rice at every dinner.  I can live on vaca frita and moro for the rest of my days.  Or maybe maduro and aguacate.  I grew up in a home where I called my parents mami and papi.  My grandparents were affectionately called abuelo and abuela.  I think faster in Spanish.  Salsa and bachata rhythms hypnotize me and send me to a sweet sandy beach with a grill going and my mom meneando right next to me. Marc Anthony singing Aguanile gets the party started for me! AZUCAR!

I am a NEW Latina.  Born in America and received by loving immigrant parents fresh from the Caribbean  I served as a beacon of hope to them who gave me the world and every opportunity possible for success.  I am driven and seldom take no for an answer.  I am a world traveler, a thinker and a thought challenger.  I speak my mind and I do so respectfully.  I play instruments, read books, and wear pants.  I stop men dead in their tracks when they try to get fresh with me.  You picked the wrong one, mijo.

I am a Caribbean woman.  Raised around conch, red snapper, peas and rice.  Raised in a Barrio, my parents instilled the island principles in me.  I can name (most) of the movies Sidney Poitier has starred in or directed.  I know the old time nonsense songs about Bullfrog and the sounds of the Junkanoo band.  I know how to tell when fish is going bad.  I fish without a rod.  I know what crystal clear water looks like.  I’ve built a boat, had pet chickens and climbed trees for mangoes and avocado.

I’m mixed.  Weird looking eyes, soft, curly hair, and an accent that doesn’t quite fit.

Morena. Latina. Bahamian Dominican. An Afro-Latina. Uniquely me.  Supreme.  Esta negra si tiene tumbao. From the way I roll my “r’s” sharing the latest gobseed with my sister to the way I roll my hips to the sweet sounds of Soca from my stereo- a sweet memory of my childhood.  Reminiscent of the island life my parents left behind in search of better opportunities.  I am a reflection of my roots.  In every way I represent my the countries I come from.  Bahamas, Dominican Republic… it’s all me.

About The Afro Latina

Afro-Latina, Amazon, Budding Feminist, Uninspired Writer, Naturalista, Logophile, Sapiosexual, Supporter of Humanity, Music and Bacon
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2 Responses to Oye, Morena

  1. Bliss says:

    Love this! Thanks for sharing! 🙂

  2. Jean Pierre says:

    I think Old school Latinas are from Europe. I think you are more of a Caribben or Caribena then a Latina. Hispanic and Latina are ethno-racist words that kind of white wash a person identity and some people us it to feel better. At least Afro Hispanic and Afro Latina recognize both racial groups.

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