I find myself in the world above
Where the gods blow
Breath
Converse
From the clouds
Rivers of gold coagulate
The earth scar
Hatun Amaru (Great Serpent)
You have no borders
Nor shapes that contain you
Free as the water
That filters from the walls that are imposed on us.
From the beginning of your days
Your children amalgamate.
51 years ago in the South Bronx, 1520 Sedgwick Avenue, an eternal culture would originate that spread throughout the world and be adopted by various communities to express themselves and tell their own stories.
Hip = Knowledge; Hop = Movement
Hip = Knowledge; Hop = Movement
The sound of Boombap, free expression and community work awakened the sense of belonging that I had never found before and it manifested itself as I toured the districts of the capital Lima
Visceral
Hated
Loved
Paqarina (place of origin)
that I traveled with friends, children of migrants like me...
We broke the silence
We liberates through song, rhymes, dance, music, coexistence...
Claiming our dreams
shaped by our wounds that scars
with rebellion through collectivity and art.
A photograph of the chain with the image of the historic indigenous leader Tupac Amaru II on the chest of the Quechua rapper Cay Sur hangs on the fence of a “Project” in the South Bronx, as part of the 7th Latin American Photography Festival organized by the Bronx Documentary Center.
Afeni Shakur, Black Panther activist and mother of 2Pac, one of the most influential rappers in hip hop culture explains:
“I wanted him to have the name of a revolutionary of the indigenous peoples of the world. I wanted him to know that he was part of the world culture and not just a neighborhood.”
Shining Serpent / Tupac Amaru
Transcends space and time
Your children will take your name
And make it their own
This city contains all the diasporas
Its streets scream
In hundreds of languages
They resist
Creating new worlds
New languages
Using the tools of the fabricant
Against them, against them, against them
Your spilled blood strengthens us
There are encounters that strengthen me
They give hope in the labyrinth
Speaking from pain
From contradiction
With the heart in the hand
Few want to see inside
Listen to the body
I feel accompanied
Love beyond the clan
This city makes me feel at home
The same crosses, the same struggles
They are their hearts that I have come to know
heartS
that give - generous
of fire - that burn in the face of injustice
that organize - weavers
that open doors
portalS
That dare to do what
our parents
our ancestors
did not do
I have known a collective conscience
It becomes more noticeable
When you move
Inside
Outside
You die
You are reborn
You regenerate
Eternally
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