Ann Arbor, MI
Though I am real with everyone I meet regardless of appearance or origin, my experiences from growing up in a multiracial home often misguides my heart. I identify as a Mexican, White and Black Woman. When I see a white man, I see the absent father of my mother and the history of white people, when I see a Mexican man, I see my own absent father and the longing to know him as well as distrust. When I see a black man, I see my father, the man who beat my mother. When I see women of any color, my heart goes out to them…..I don’t know why and hope to explore these words in a safe setting someday.