
Somehow among human beings there is hypocrisy that walks the streets.
It’s like a whore! Opens its legs and hides its face. Sometimes it shows its rosy cheeks and puckered lips to get close to you to kill you with a kiss.
White supremacy dances against the wind; it wants to be the leader and control on every step it takes.
Forcing Spanish Indians, Mexicans, Jews, Russians, Hungarians, Italians and Negroes into an assigned dance floor, stamped; numbered.
White supremacists choose to deny other cultures. From the beginning of time, they have established a foundation based on ignorance, which is ironic. If we dissect the word ignorance, it comes down to an action to ignore. Human beings are not built to ignore, they are in fact here to immerse in the deep waters of the given land in an attempt to understand its own kind. White supremacists believe everyone that are not they, are no worthy of plunging into the royal blue sea in search for mother pearl; instead they herd beings right into a cesspool. We are boxed in and be given a placebo life; where we think we are in control but in reality we are sheep. We do as we are told. We behave just like they want us to; we conform. We stay still in mud.
It is time to rise out of these cloudy waters and slide right into an ice-skating ring to beautiful take on the land we were given to share, as brothers. Put an end to a story of being puppets and begin to create light entwined with magical tree branches to lift us to the highest potential of creation.
United we are one. We must reach out for our inner wisdom and be One.



horse. The horse’s name was Plebeyo; he was a white stallion full of brio and elegance. My father was his trainer in Colombia when the owner decided to conquer North America with the Paso Fino breed; taking us back to when I was two years old. It was our first trip across the Atlantic. We moved back shortly after I turned three years old because my mother was not happy, so we went back to Colombia to later come back to the states when I was 8 years old. He came to set a foundation for the family, then soon after I turned 10, my mother and I moved back to our new home, United State of America. Forming a new life in a new country was difficult, there were a lot of things that I had to adjust to; learning a new language, mix cultures, the roads, e.g. highways, the eclectic foods, and the amount of police patrolling the streets. But just like anything else that is part of nature, I adapted. I integrated my being to this new living and embraced its adjustments. I love how I became part of a new world, how I enveloped into the collage that forms the United States. I love waking up and reading the newspapers, always encouraging the Latin community to embrace their heritage. We are all now, Americans. Coming to the National Hispanic Heritage Month celebration this year at the Miami Dade North Campus, took me back or should I better say, it embraced what my background has brought into this new world we are residing today; United States of America. If it wasn’t for the spoken word uplifting our spirit to another realm, or the Mariachis that Professor McNair invited to proclaim what most of us Latinos grew up listening to, coming from our great grandparents, grandparents, parents, uncles, aunts, cousins and friends singing their heart out to, or the Flamenco dancers taking us back to our true heritage, Spain. Reminding us how much passion, dedication and identity we have evolved from, or the salsa dancers from the New World School of Miami or Kiki Sanchez Latin jazz we would not be who this country has become to be. Thank you! America for allowing us to be all one.


