Denying My Roots
The first step to denying my heritage
was learning to hide my roots
I tried to be like these white faces
‘cause they go places
and what’s left for a spanish girl like me?
They told me I was lucky,
lucky for having light skin,
lucky for having light eyes
but my hair-
was the one thing I needed to change about me
I had to hide,
hide those Cuban, Colombian and Puerto Rican locks
Hide my roots
If I could go back and change it
I would bring my roots back and embrace it
Embrace my culture
Embrace the fact
that I will always be a hispanic girl
and that’s nothing to be ashamed of
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