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Sat, 01/17/2015 - 21:58 -- Katsuro

Dear Guadalupe,

 

I know you might feel a little scared right now.

 

You also may have a lot of questions.

 

You keep asking yourself if this is normal.

 

You're scared,confused, and sad.

 

Nothing is wrong with you.

 

Your ok

 

and you're doing the right thing.

 

When you go into your mother sewing supplies and stare at the mirror please

 

Don't point out your fallibilities

 

Don't call yourself stupid

 

Don't hate yourself

 

Because don't you realize?

 

Your perfect.

 

When you hear your long hair hitting the ground you'll start to feel it.

 

Your dad will love it but your mom...

 

Prepare yourself

 

You're going to be stared at, a lot

 

People will point and whisper

 

Pay no mind to them, they don't matter.

 

School will be different

 

You'll come back running with tears streaming down your face

 

You'll try your best to hide the bruises decorating your arms

 

Using your mothers make-up

 

That day you’ll discover that make-up comes in different shades

 

And now it’s a lot more noticeable

 

You’ll try to lie to your mother

 

But it’s fruitless, she already knows.

 

They gave her a call

 

You end up crying again as she helps remove the make-up

 

And mends  the bruises

 

In between sobs you ask your mom if they could return all the clothes new clothes you got

 

That you want to change schools

 

You say you’ll let her dress you any way she wants

 

 

you’ll stop fighting it.

 

 

She’ll tug on your shoulders

 

She’ll softly cup your face

 

Her soft warm hands will guide you both to meet eye to eye

 

She’ll swept some of your short choppy hair out of your view

 

“I didn't give birth to a weak and  cowardly person,

 

I gave birth to a tough little fighter

 

And I’ll raise her to be a handsome, smart, and strong man”

 

her strong but soothing voice will lull you to close your eyes

 

She’ll comb your hair with her thin fingers and kiss your forehead

 

She’ll cut you hair the next day

 

“No son of mine will look like he lives on the streets”

 

People will keep staring

 

But you won’t care

 

People will keep whispering

 

But you won’t listen

 

You’ll happily swing on each of your parents hands as they lift you up

 

Proud of their little boy

 

Because they know just as much as you do

 

That your perfect and flawless

 

Sincerly,

Xavier (that’s you)

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