When It Rains, Restless Heart Syndrome, World So Cold…I scrolled through my finished playlist with decided satisfaction, hitting the spacebar on my bulky hand-me-down Mac and turning up the volume in my headphones. The soft guitar and choir voices of Yellowcard’s Paper Walls title track played through the speakers in my ears, coming to a quiet stop right before the amps kicked in and began to dissolve the churning sensation in my gut.
The following is an incredible piece written by my incredible friend, Amelia Solis.
Today, I was told an anecdote about a young man in a community service league mocking the intended recipient of the letter he was currently writing–a foster child. “Hey, maybe I should write this in Spanish so the poor Mexican kid who gets it can understand it,” he said as he laughed. I, at first, was appalled and horrified. Then, the anger started setting in. This anger threw me into a reflection of my own experiences as a low-income Latina and I’d like to share these with you. Continue reading