All writing is confession…The longing to be known fully and still loved. The admission of our own inherent vulnerability, our weakness…our overwhelming desire to be relieved of the burden of ourselves in the body of another, to be forgiven of our ultimate aloneness in the mystical body of a god or the common work of a revolution. These are human considerations that the best of writers presses her finger upon. The wound ruptures and heals.
I am an American writer in the original sense of the word, an Américan con accento.
Cherríe Moraga, “Art in América con Acento”