Who am I?

I am no longer the faint voice in the distant; I am no longer the shame that lives because I am a woman, because I am from Hispanic descent, because I am the child of field workers. I am no longer the drop of water that rides with the tide; Today, I am the sun that rises from the west; I am the drop of water that moves against the tide's current; I am the descendant of the Aztec warriors; Now, I am the sun that sets in the East and the cause for the moon to rise from the West; I am the acceptance and pride that lies within myself, that lies within my woman hood, that lies within my roots, that lies within my background; I am Erica.