By: Rosa Malinche
Colors of red sand and green cactus. the fresh air of salt water lingered in my hair making
it dry and crispy. I walked down the narrow road made of misfigured rocks and sand. I
remember complaining about the pricks of sharp rocks cutting my feet to my mom. She
payed no mind ignoring my pain and words. I always complained about how dirty and
poor Mexico was, never realizing how much I will miss it and how much of a huge chunk
of my heart loved it. I am a Latina with pink skin and colored hazel eyes long black hair
who speaks Spanglish. Growing up as a Latina who looks white to society has angered
me because I have culture and I am proud of my Spanish blood. I am an Aztec Princess
with a mistaken identity. In Mexico I was recognized as a brown Princess. I was home
among my family and I lived happily.