I remain who I am, multiple and one of the
herd, yet not of it. I walk on the ground of my own being browned and hardened by
the ages. I am fully formed carved by the hands of the ancients,
drenched with the stench of today’s headlines.
But my own hands whittle
the final work-
me.
![[Bianca Emilia]](http://25.media.tumblr.com/avatar_a362e81a8810_40.png)
Gloria Anzaldua
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