To look at me, with my brown hair and hazel green eyes, you’d say I’m white. And I am, on the outside. But on the inside, you’ll find mariachi music in my ears, mole sauce in my stomach, and híjole…
To look at me, with my brown hair and hazel green eyes, you’d say I’m white. And I am, on the outside. But on the inside, you’ll find mariachi music in my ears, mole sauce in my stomach, and híjole…
