My power comes from legacies of revolutionary fighters and comrades. My power comes from the masses, the masa. It comes knowing that a woman’s place is in the struggle, and our collective rage continues to burn and fuel our fight towards a future that is of genuine liberation for our people, and all oppressed people. My power comes from my family, my mom and dad, my sister, my son, my partner and my community — every single person I know offers immense importance, continual creativity and vision, and deeply committed love. I am powerful because of the people I know, and the necessary lessons I learn from everyone — I get to witness how genuinely my community lives their lives in service to a revolutionary future.

I draw power from my raspy voice, my mane and my stretchmarks. These are my superheroine traits.