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Not only is erratic an expression, it's a condition.
Racism has torn at me, as many times as men have. Neck and neck with thousands.
Professionally, I've been inside the works of the privileged and the incredible damage caused to our morale and its workforce.
In interrelationships we tend to accommodate or compete because they are always smarter with greater reserves.
My mother is a white hispanic with a family of light eyed people. My sister and I are its only latin black representation. My father and his lineage died before 50. I am the last one of a generation. My sister is lighter and a female with Pocahontas hair. Though 100 times more hostile, she receives power cheers. (Amazons, indeed.) I'm relegated to listening and acquiescing, squashing my dreams and being vanquished to the looney toons bin if I don't hold the same opinion. They have whittled me down to nothing.
Interracial sex is an intoxicating drug that subjugates and power struggles with its history, no matter the position or the intention.
Politics are a joke that sometimes gets the right thing done but never quick enough.
I never saw a little boy like me in Spanish media.
I'm out of era, confused and only trying to find my truth. The people I choose to talk, though opposed, still represent because their voices are addressing the same problem. I was being fucking Batman except I don't have the gadgets, the smarts, the money, the data or the lie detectors to confirm anything. My only purpose was to bring all the flavors together and cook something. I know, I know...it blew up.
Do your thing, pool the best intelligence the world has to offer, win it, earn it and claim it.
I will always be erratic and inescapably brown. 10-Jun-2020