Mixed Kids
Yes,
I will benefit from my whiteness
Because when the police officer pulls me over
He will not see my latino father
Yes,
I will benefit from my whiteness
Because when the interview starts
They will only see my Irish mother
Yes,
I will benefit from my whiteness
Because my accent is one of southern drawl instead of the quick worded Salvadorian slang
They only hear where I was raised.
But for a second, can we talk about the mixed kids?
Especially those who don’t resemble their POC kin
We are constantly bombarded with “But you don’t look latina!”
And “Hey, look at that gringa!”
I’ve heard it all, from “Bitch you’re white!” to “Are you sure you aren’t adopted?”
I’ve heard tiny abuelas gossiping behind my back and understood every word
Because while I may not look it, I sure do know the language.
I’m sick and tired of pulling up Facebook just to show others my mixed familia.
I’m sick of the questions and the teasing.
I’m tired of constantly people pleasing.
I shouldn’t have to explain my roots
Not to anyone
Not to you
Not to teachers
Not to friends
And especially,
Not to myself.
