You probably do not remember who I am and even if my name means any significance, you probably do not remember the way I look, as it is a few years later when I write this to you. But you may remember my words, my cursive writing and the small doodle I always sketched on…

  I won second place at The Spoken Word contest with this piece. Poem Published As Performed. My skin color is one of discussion but my race is one of debate. Telling someone that I am half black and half Mexican receives looks like I’m a new alien species. Picked piece by piece, all layers…