This is probably the most fundamental text for me.

Hunger (or what I inherited from my grandmother)
by Kosa Monteith

ค ¢໐llē¢ti໐ຖ ໐f tēxtŞ, ๓໐งiēŞ คຖ໓ ໐thēr Ş໐นr¢ēŞ ໐f iຖflนēຖ¢ē

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza
by Gloria Anzaldúa

Discovered through Laila, and caught my attention through it's titel, as Ukraine means litterally Borderland

Shadows of Forgotten Ancestors
and other films of Ukrainian Poetic Cinema

The film starts by looking from above down to this space called Daughterlands. Almost seed shaped the grass slowly moves in the wind. It’s a liminal landscape, a borderland: It’s where the the past, that is never finished, and the future, never determined, meet. Plants live there in their own right, but in harmony together. This landscape inhabits struggles, but they are allowed to exist. Diversity is abundant.

Metaphorically,
we describe where we come from as our roots,
Reaching through layers of ancestories,
Alive or buried, their rich soil nurturing us, weaving ourselves into the fabric of histories that slowly decompose into cultures