Just because I’m a certain color,

doesn’t mean I’m like them, the color of

my skin doesn’t defy me.

what defy’s me is my roots under

my skin, where no one can see.

People tell me, ‘’Why is you arms so hairy?’’,

People ask me, ‘’Why do you talk weird?’’,

People tell me,’’Why do you have that scar on your arm?’’,

This scar on my left shoulder,

Tells my story.

The story of how I’m different in other people’s eyes

The dent on my shoulder represents my generation,

When I was a new born to this world,

in a tropical island,

the people in the white coats,

injected me with a vaccine that will stay with me forever,

and that day forward my story was written.

As a young hispanic girl living in a oasis world,

I reflect to myself as a nothing, a ghost,

a little girl that can’t even pronounce,say,

speak,or alliterate the words that come out of my mouth.

I see all of these people around me and think,

do they see me as a outcast,

or even a threat?

But it doesn’t even matter because in the outside,

they see me as them,

but from the inside,I know I have Cuban roots,

That will always defy who I am.