When you look at me
you do not see my heritage.
Not until you read my last name.
I exist in that in-between
where nothing specifically identifies me, racially.
I’m a mixed breed.
I represent both, in each of their worlds.
I’m a woman.
I have epilepsy.
I’m a writer.
I have anxiety.
I’m half White and half Mexican.
I speak my mind.
I represent much more than myself.
We all do.
Recognize the impact, even if it’s small,
that you have on this world.
Identity is so much more than features.
and so many other aspects make a person.
We all bleed.
Hatred will never bring unity.
Love and recognition of all will bring closure.
This is me.