i. they tell you this world doesn't belong to you. they're wrong.
ii. gunshots always echo in the pit of your stomach, tongue forming words you've been scaring of uttering. latina, chilena, mapuche. the people that would hurt you for it don't know what those words mean.
iii. white skin, white voice, white family. latina family. so why do they keep calling you brown?
iv. even brown girls hate brown girls. you don't know who put that feeling there, but you hate it.