Privilege
In my youth it was hidden
the color of my hands
the sun on my blonde hair
the glisten of my green eyes
and the accompanying announcment to society
of an all american girl
who had everything she wanted
plauged my youth with
modeling
stares
praise.
I was the favorite grandchild of my Cuban grandmothers'
reminders of my appearance in the form of
christmas presents, extra servings, photograph
after photograph
I am seventeen now
I am working at the hottest clothing store for teen girls
The one where the labels read
One size fits all
I am standing at the front of the dressing rooms
There is a thirteen year old girl
crying
to her mother
because
the shorts do not fit her
And as I stand there
listening to her cry
because she does not look like me
I cry too
And wish I could do something
Anything
To change it