A new concious...MY mind.

A new concious...

MY mind. MY body. MY spirit.

Left vulnerable to YOUR cruelness.

Isn't it enough?

Aren't I enough?

It's tough being all at once.

Latina.

Gay.

First Generation.

First to enter the inner depths of higher education.

 

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