This land lives in me,” she pounded her chest, “it sprouted within me and took root. Right here,” she pounded her chest again, “right here is where the land lives. I’m part of this land, with all my people. Água Negra lives in my heart, not on that piece of paper that belongs to you and your husband. You can yank me from this land like a weed, but you’ll never take the land from me.”
