To my people in Mexico,
The color of my skin is a symbol of
To those in the USA,
The color of my skin means I am
But to me, the color of my skin is only a color.
My worth is not defined by the fact that I belong to two different worlds,
But never to one entirely.
I am the manifestation of my parents’ American Dream.
Many say that the American Dream is dead,
But I am the proof that it is still alive.
When I graduate next spring,
I will be my parents’ third flower to bloom, though I wasn’t supposed to survive the winter
Because to those who do not know me, I was deemed a failure
Only because of the color of my skin.
I am not the Hispanic Dropout statistic.
I am not an existence that can be written off solely because of my ethnic background.
I am a wildcard.
The color of my skin does not tell you who I am or who I will be.