For whom do we speak? To whom? Through whom? By whose authority, if there is any? And when we do speak—whisper, scream, lament, whimper,...

I am Akosua child of the sun stardust spun up into my soul. You may call me Awusi, for I fly high wings unsinged by such sheer emanation....

I am Moyocoyotzin she who creates herself out of no way & know-how into no-thing as I am

I am both, and neither this nor that.