I have known so many Xiomaras in my life.
In fact, growing up, I was Xiomara. Religion, culture and circumstance all played a role in creating the dissonance between who I was and who I needed to be - was sometimes forced to be - for others. It's doubly complex when you are straddling competing racial, cultural, and sexual identities. Books like this remind you that this profound loneliness of being is something we all experience to varying degrees. The challenge is to have the courage to speak your truth, and make your voice heard, through whatever medium you possess. Xiomara uses poetry but there are many ways to bring who you are out of hiding, in defiance of those who would silence you.
One of my favorite books of the year.