The truth of this lazy Latina

Yes I admit it I am lazy and I am a Latina

I can tell myself this, but for some reason the people who "love" me most tell I'm not
My family my tells I'm not allowed to be a Latina  that I have to be Latino
My family tells me I'm not allowed to slack off  that I have to be a smart motivated boy with a future
My family tells me I have to be the one cousin at the family reunion that makes a six digit salary
My family tells me  that I'm the destine to break the cycle
I want to tell my family that I'm not a man but, they won't change
I want to tell my family that I'm scared because I don't know if I can become successful
I want to tell my family I'm angry that I have to be the gold goose for my family members in gangs 
I can't tell my family that I'm struggling to find interest in school because they'll worry for me
I can't tell my family  that I tried to commit suicide because they would call me weak
I can tell my family that I'm everything they want me to be with my finger crossed behind my back 
This poem is about: 
Me

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