The truth of this lazy Latina

YES I ADMIT IT I AM LAZY AND I AM A LATINA

I can tell myself this, but for some reason the people that "love " me most tell I'm not

My family my tells I'm not allowed to be a Latina  that I have to be Latino

My family tells me I'm not allowed to slack off  that I have to be a smart motivated boy with a fututre

My family tells me I have to be the one cousin at the family reunion that makes a six digit salary

My family tells me  that I'm the destine to break the cycle

I want to tell my family that I'm not a man but, they won't change

I want to tell my family that I'm scared because I don't know if I can become successful

I want to tell my family I'm angry that I have to be the gold goose for my family members in gangs 

I can't tell my family that I'm struggling to find interst in school because they'll worry for me

I can't tell my family  that I tried to commit suicide because they would call me weak

I can tell my family that I'm everything they want me to be with my finger crossed behind my back 
This poem is about: 
Me

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