Latina. Advocate. Educator.
Eyes so crystal blue reminiscent of Topaz,
Locks bleached Platinum softer than silk,
Cheeks flushed with the Rose Quartz blush you rarely apply,
Lips masked with Ruby red lipstick that was once on mine,
Each chapter fixated with the unconscious modifications that we never truly intended.
Words lost in translation like morality passed down the first generation of an immigrant family.
“I used to think that you were always mean mugging me.”
“Why don’t you smile more?”
“It just seems like you don’t care.”
I’ve lived the past twenty three years of my life with the same lack of expression, very similar to…