Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own.
This is true.
Migrating to another blog soon, but a few things I’ve been juggling in my mind lately: college. moving. careers. nursing. parents. friends. tuition. ethnicity. feminism. boy(friend). car. transferring. not giving up.
I will always admire the way Hispanics hustle for their money, wether it’s by waiting outside 7-11 stores to get hired for a construction job, selling roses on the traffic light or selling tamales y elotes. They just never ASK for money, they EARN it in the most humble and honest way and that’s something I will always look up to.