All you people wound us when you reject us. Rejection strips us of our self worth, our vulnerability exposes us to shame. It is our innate identity you find wanting. We are ashamed that we need your good opinion, that we need your acceptance. We can no longer camouflage our needs, can no longer let defense and fences spout us. We can no longer withdraw. To rage and look upon you with contempt is to rage and be contemptuous of ourselves. we can no longer blame you, nor disown the white parts, teh male parts, the pathological parts, the queer parts, the vulnerable parts. Here we are weaponless with open arms, with only our magic
Gloria Anzaldua