The blood that runs through my veins,

Like the knowledge I inhale through my eyes,

And the experiences that I exhale with broken sighs,

Carries within it that of my culture;

My ancestors take root in my heart—

They breathe into me a new life,

And show me the way they suffered

At the hands of those who invaded,

Who took our land and claimed our souls.

My ancestor's blood runs through me,

And I fee...