By: Gabriela Yareliz
When I die, I want them to say they looked into my eyes and saw my fire. That I aged with my head held high by a backbone of resolve. And that with that same fire in my eyes, I confronted life without flinching. That I had the heart of Jesus, the fight of a Taino, the joy of an African and the beauty and power of a Spaniard.
GABRIELA YARELIZ 