Just a girl.
Raised in a patriarchal family.
But what is family?
Abused at the age of 11, by family, stripped of my innocence.
Taught to stay indoors and clean, beat not sense-less, but full of sense of what a "girl" should be.
Thrown out of my house at 14, by family, but at least it wasn't a home.
Because home is where the heart is, but my heart was not there.
Years later, I sit in a classroom, finishing my second semester of college.
Pouring my heart out into my studies, I've found my home.
But a mere Hispanic girl, becoming more than a mewling quim, or a housemaid?
that's unheard of.