the kitchen table raised me, how to eat mito ( fried tilipia napo dish )understanding the complications of life in the rainforest. In the day I looked out at the gaps of the wood and tin roof where the tropical trees swayed; where children’s laughter and screaming voices echoed into neighboring houses.. That kitchen table was never empty, we all had our puestos. mine across from my father we never really talked that much we granted miscommunicated so laughter of clumsy “shakki” made us,bond. Our last embrace happened in the kitchen table. Tears and hugs only came, didnt need to fall.. I fell too many times that year. That kitchen table was never empty.. Where four year old Sumako screams and scooby doo howels from 19-21 year old uncles erupt soup from noses. Where Arroz y huevos brighten up la Joyclean day. That last day tears soaked that kitchen table, from which I grown up on through the 8 months of “hhot ass soup in that hot ass sun” where I miss.
About Shaquerra Blackwell
Shaquerra is passionate about youth empowerment and learning about other cultures. She is involved as a peer leader of a health group for LGBTQ middle school youth, a community service volunteer, and captain of her girl's high school fencing team. Shaquerra would like to improve her language skills and immerse herself in the beauty of lives and culture in a new country. Shaquerra is inspired by her community and organizations who work to support youth and positive community building. Her favorite quote is "To live, to live would be an awfully big adventure"- Peter Pan