Hidden minority under my white skin.

Lisa Aragon Duque
San Diego, CA

Growing up Hispanic from New Mexico, in Hawaii, mistaken for a white girl. I was neither accepted nor rejected. I felt stuck in the middle. I felt wholly Hispanic in a white world and no one ever questioned me because of my fair skin. Hispanics of all cultures still question my colors until I prove them wrong. Seems I still go through life wanting to fit in somewhere.


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