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Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and the national origin of the writer. Then analyze the passage. That’s it. My mind’s made up. I’m going back to Cuba. I’m fed up with everything around here. I take all my money out of the bank, a one-way bus ticket to Miami. I figure if I can just get there, I”ll be able to make my way to Cuba, maybe rent a boat or get a fisherman to take me. I imagine Abuela Celia’s surprise as I sneak up behind her. She’ll be sitting in her wicker swing overlooking the sea and she’ll smell of salt and violet water. There’ll be gulls and crabs along the shore. She’ll stroke my cheek with her cool hands, sing quietly into my ear.

Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and…

Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and the national origin of the writer. Then analyze the passage. You bring out the Dolores del Río in me The Mexican spitfire in me. The raw navajas,glint and passion in me. The raise Cain and dance with teh rooste-rfooted devil in me. The spangled sequin in me. The eagle and serpent in me. The mariachi trumpets of the blood in me. The Aztec love of war in me.

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Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and the national origin of the writer. Then analyze the passage. “We’re going to have to do something your tongue,” I hear the anger rising in his voice. My tongue keeps pushing out the wads of cotton, pushing back the drills, the long thin needles. “Ive never seen anything as strong or as stubborn,” he says. And I think, how do you tame a wild tongue, train it to be quiet, how do you bridle and saddle it? How do you make it lie down?”

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Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and the national origin of the writer. Then analyze the passage. If I were to build my womanhood on this self-evident truth, it is the love of the Chicana, the love of myself as a Chicana I had to embrace, no white man. Maybe this ultimately was the cutting difference between my brother and me. To be a woman fully necessitated my claiming the race of my mother. My brother’s sex was white. Mind, brown.

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Identify the name of the author, the title of the work, and the national origin of the writer. Then analyze the passage. This is my mission now. Here, in my own pages, which are meant to honor your stories and add to them, I will weave what I know with what you have taught me, and together we will arrive at an understanding of our time, and our “people.” And we we will be stronger and ready for the next fight, and the one after that, and all the many struggles to come.