Wearing A Mask

He looks at me and says, “You are just acting like a white supremacist.” I feel the knot in my throat constrict. My fists clench, unclench. His eyes are cast down. Silence ensues.

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The Coconut Conundrum

Spanish flowed from my aunt and uncle’s lips like honey on a summer afternoon. As Latin music blared from the stereo, my family would gather together, their hips and feet gliding in perfect rhythm. The scent of pernil lingered in the air as boisterous laughter filled every nook and cranny of the house. A smile…

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