![]() ![]() In the darkness, where we must return, our depth perception is “off.” We can’t see shapes clearly and there is a completely different palette of colors. This becomes the light through which we compare all other things. This daylight, is what we are taught, is reality. Throughout childhood, we are taught to view the world in this light and taught to understand the world through its shades. When we interact with others, we extend an invitation to join us in the night.ĭominant culture is like the sun it exists like daylight. In very rare instances, we show others our entire selves. ![]() Sometimes we only show just a sliver other times a wider, brighter piece. ![]() The pieces we feel allowed to show or choose to show are like the phases of the moon. Living in multiple worlds at once is a commitment to living in the darkness. There is a difference between the pieces which make up who I am, my basket inside of which my essence exists, and that which I show others. How can someone understand the intricacies of being a Mestiza, Disabled, poor, woman, mystic shape-shifter, who was born and has lived in the borderlands? I, who exist inside this woven basket, am always on the continuing journey to understand each piece and what it means when they are fit together. This basket holds the essence of me, but is something that others cannot see. Pieces of me are woven together holding my experiences in the world, my soul. Intersectionality is like a woven basket. ![]()
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