 | There was a time where dreams came true, and people believed in those who pursued their aspiration. I traveled great distances across this nation for inspiration. I was born a statistic as being a Latin American or what you have symbolized as a Hispanic.If it was my choice to be in a new tribe, I would never deny what streams through my blood. I am a Latino, Hispanic, Spanish, or a person who just knows a highly proclaimed second language. Yes! Many of us have cross borders to live in the land of the free, but we all know it’s a place of greed. I am too, selfish, for some riches of a wonderful American dream. Since I’m Latin, I must speak Spanish, but that’s not always the case. I know “Hola, como estas?” but when engaged in a conversation I can misinterpret words. No, I don’t know where is the local liquor store is located, and where is the best place for rice and beans. I don’t keep my rice in a soda cracker canteen, and a cup of water behind my door. My life is not all about Salsa, and hot sauce on everything I eat. I hope one day you’ll be able to see the true Latin in me.
Written by Felix Lugo
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