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PRLS FINAL Project
WHAT I HAVE LEARNED IN THIS COURSE
This is a screenshot conversation between my partner and I while we working on our group blog posts together.


La Guera, Cherrie Moraga
https://drive.google.com/file/d/1NGFhjUfh4W_SWu93ELl_VSGAkKOZk7UI/view?usp=sharing
Kimberle
“Kimberle”, by Achy Obeja
I put together a playlist of these songs that relate to multiple emotions Kimberle feels as she is having suicidal thoughts. Kimberle wants to kill herself and she think no one will even care if she does. The first two songs on my playlist have lyrics to portray exactly how she is feeling.
“Save Me” Nicki Minaj – “I drove for miles just to find you and find myself, all these screams all these voices in my head, You gave me strength gave me hope for a lifetime, I never was satisfied. This time won’t you save me, Baby I can feel myself giving up”
“Suicidal Thoughts” The Notorious B.I.G. – “I swear to God I want to just slit my wrists and end this bullsh*t…Suicide’s on my f*ckin mind, I wanna leave I swear to God I feel like death is f*ckin callin me”
The next songs on the playlist “Stay” and “How to Save a Life” is a message that could have been from her friend when she asked her to help keep her from killing herself.
“Stay” Rihanna- “It’s not much of a life you’re living, It’s not something you take, it’s given
“How to Save a Life” The Fray – “Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend somewhere along in the bitterness, And I would have stayed up with you all night, Had I known how to save a life.”
The last song on the playlist is a motvational song to help Kimberle come out of her dark place.
“Skyscraper” Demi Lovato– “Do you have to make feel like there is nothing left of me, You can take everything I have, You can break everything I am, Like I’m made of glass, Like I’m made of paper, Go on and try to tear me down I will be rising from the ground, Like a skyscraper
Pandora’s Box, by Arturo Arias
In Pandora’s box Juan goes shopping for new clothes because he wants to transition to a female. He states when he was tired after shopping, “I went into a deep, bottomless sleep, dreaming that it was all a dream and I’d wake up as Juan again, plain Juan, the familiar shapes and hairs outlining my body. But no, even after I woke up, I was still Juanita.”
He relates to Caitlyn Jenner, formerly Bruce Jenner, who struggled with identity since age 8 until finally transitioning from male to female at age 65.
“In a simple way, there was always this woman that lived inside of me. But I lived my life as Bruce. But she was always there, she was always present. I just finally got to the point in life where, it’s time for her to live.”CAITLYN JENNER https://www.wbur.org/hereandnow/2017/04/24/caitlyn-jenner

Dulce Pinzón and Graciela Iturbide


The first photo is a diorama of a desert like area. We see a vast plain of sand and few grass and trees. It’s an open pasture, most of the vegetation we see is towards the back. Similar to the second photos Estados Unidos 1999, there are palm trees towards the back of the picture. We see an open seawater. This reminds me of the Lord is my Shepard “He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.” Green pastures and still waters represent peace and rest.
MEXICAN HEAVEN
Mexican Heaven by José Olivarez
All of the Mexicans Sneak into heaven.
St Peter has their names on the list,
but the Mexicans haven’t trusted a list
since Ronald Reagan was president.
It is important to include this poem in this blog post because our current President is proof that America still sees immigrants as a threat to their society. “Mexicans” are a representation of immigration. U.S. President try to keep them out, ie: Trump wanting to build a wall.
Porcupine Love
Alternative ending…
When I get home I will set up a new e-mail account and an instant
messaging system so that I can fuck Antenita electronically, like she
wants. I will email her a place to meet up where we can sit and catch up and tell each other how our lives have been miserable without each other. We will rekindle our love. We will fuck all we want, love all we want and live all we want.
One day I received an email from my dear Antenita. I opened it and began to read, suddenly realizing it was not meant for me. She is sending an email to another love. She accidentally sent it to me. Does she know that I know?They have arranged to meet. She messages this beautiful woman she calls who is in love with her. How does she know she is in love with you? She felt you already. Emotionally. Physically. She loves her. And loves me too? I am confused. I thought she was my Porcupine love. I don’t know what I am to her anymore. I am lost. I am afraid of how this will end.
On Claritza’s “Hex poems to Colonizers, Recolonizers, and Haters”
Claritza Maldonado and the Boricua expression
Poetry analysis:Culture as a Form of Resistance
“salsa said todo everything papi ever wanted to say but couldn’t shape his mouth around the words to say it [..] learning that there is no such thing as too loud for us when all they ever wanted was for us to be quiet”
-How Papi’s Salsa Lengthened My Brown Spine
In her work Maldonado often accounts memories and personal experiences, as both the audience and herself come to realize that these accounts highlight the persistence of Puerto Ricans in the face of adversity. For instance in the piece above, once embarrassed by her father’s loud playing of salsa she now knows that persisting one’s culture in the face of white America is one of the most powerful forms of resistance against forced assimilation. The epiphany that there is no such thing as too loud, as they have always forced us to be quiet, is the acknowledgement of the generations of injustice enacted against the Puerto Rican people in an attempt to destroy culture while exploiting the land.
Ocean spelled M-A-M-I
“....someone referred to my mother as “Puerto Rican-American”..how could you hyphenate territory, hyphenate exploitation, how could you hyphenate the result of war, how could you hyphenate labor, and hyphenate a country-with-a-country not able to be its own..”
In this poem, Maldonado questions the term “Puerto Rican- American, stating that the hyphenation is redundant and builds a “false bridge”. She refers to the 1898 Spanish-American war as a cause of the hyphenation, when the U.S invaded Puerto Rico and took over their territory. Since Puerto Rico became U.S territory, Puerto Ricans have been U.S citizens so to say Puerto Rican-American is redundant; to “hyphenate a country within a country”. They [white America] just want to differentiate between “Americans” and “Puerto Rican-Americans” so they can know how to unfairly cut pieces of the pie unequally when distributing resources, rights, and money to its “citizens”.
“What Became of the Taíno?”
ARE THE TAINO REALLY EXTINCT?
IT IS BELIEVED THAT THE TAINO BECAME EXTINCT. HOWEVER, ALTHOUGH MANY HAVE DIED LONG AGO, THE CULTURE IS KEEPING THE TAINO ALIVE.
THE TAINO EXIST IN OUR DAILY ACTIVITIES AND EVERYDAY VOCABULARY, FROM THE USE OF CANOES AND HAMMOCKS, TO SMOKING TOBACCO, EATING TUNA, HOSTING BARBECUES EVERY SUMMER AND PREPARING FOR HURRICANE SEASON COME THE FALL.
Camilia
I am a Taíno
The article “What Became of the Taíno?” explores what presence these indigenous Caribbean people still have today. The author explores various communities and the cultural practices they have carried on for hundreds of years. We are reminded of Taíno words still in use such as hurricane and inventions like hammocks. Personally what I find interesting is exploring what role they play in genetics and racial identity. Knowing history one could assume that Columbus’ exploitation and destruction of Taíno people along with generations of cultural diffusion in the Caribbean would render them essentially extinct in contemporary society. However as Jorge Estevez explains, “These concepts are really outdated.So when people ask if I am pure Taíno, I say ‘yes. My ancestors were from a plethora of different tribes. They mixed with a lot of others to become Taíno. What you have to look at is how the culture persists and how it is being transmitted.” I found this extremely profound. It is here where I explore my own identity. As someone who has ancestry that traces back to Puerto Rico who’s rich culture is intertwined with the Taíno people, I can consider myself Taíno. People like me ensure that our place in history is not only remembered, but continues to persevere and I can say that proudly.
Christopher Arias DNA
I chose to include my DNA test to exemplify the point that identity has much to do with the mixture of experiences that shape our character. Individual stories go beyond what comprises our blood. Seeing my DNA it is fascinating, however I recognize it as a starting point. Now I can explore how being Spanish, Portugese, and various indigenous groups define the person I am.
In the Caribbean we are made up of Spanish, Indian and African descent; with that, comes many different languages. I consider myself a prime example. My family is Grenadian; my mom is indian and my dad is black and Spanish. I am often referred to as “trigueñita” -a spanish term for brown-skinned and “dougla”-derived from Hindi word doogala meaning mixed Indian/black. We are a people of mixed ancestry of Taino, African, and Spanish. Recent research showed that even in the U.S according to a census in 2002 the “living Taino” has been proven to be in existence.
Soy una granadina
Caribeña
A spice isle beti
Una hija de los taínos
¿Dónde están?
Se murieron pero nunca se fueron
They are what we eat
Son lo que hablamos
They are still here with us.
Somos taínos.