So, I want to use this line to talk about myself:
As a lot of brazilians’ families, mine is deeply mixed. My father’s side most of all. My grandfather’s parents were an indigenous woman, from bororo tribe, and a black man. By the time he was born people used the word “cafuzo” to classify children of black and indigenous people, like him, what seems a lot like the word “confused” here in Brasil. He lived his childhood in a tribe in the interior of Mato Grosso do Sul. And because the things he passed in life, he pretty much hated people of colour, including himself. He married my grandmother, a black-italian mixed. And they had a lot of babys, that obviously weren’t white. My grandfather always pointed the things that, for him, were bad in his children and grand-children. It took me a lot of time to see that my history and ancestry are beautiful, that’s something to be proud off. Now I am. I just wanted to open my heart in someplace, n’ is right here. I really hope that my ancestors can see that we’re faith turned into flesh. My grandfather left his tribe, my grandmother left a place of servitude that hold her mother and her ancestors in the land. Now I’m studying to get a masters’ degree in a traditional college in Rio de Janeiro. I really like to believe that we won.
