afrolatina
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To the non-Afro-Latinos who think they can the n-word:
There is no black pass, when there’s no pass from being black.
When you say the word, you devour a piece of me
My mother.
The curls of her hair
a mystery we could never find the end of
with various ringlets
creating a spongy wall around her head.
My black mother
