Things never do seem to work out. In trying to fit the box, the frame, and meet the expectations it just never works out. When we talk about crossing borders, I feel that sometimes I have a foot on both sides.
Because I'm at the institution I get called out for selling myself out
Because my Spanish is bad then my Mexican credentials get revoked
Because I'm queer it assumed that im trying to be white
Because I'm a Pescetarian I have no sense of culture
Because people cant have an open mind we're stuck suffering the consequences and conditions that follow.
The contradictions continue to exist and the urge to belong continues to burn my insides. As a cultural schizo; I speak with a chopped up tongue, I'll ask for the plain tamal when they offer the ones with carne, I get on my knees outside of the church, and I continue reading about violence in my community while I study comfortably inside my Westwood Apartment.
The dissonance continues and I've only begun to acknowledge that.
Speedy's Blog: This is the collective blog for the Fall 2013 Border Consciousness class @ UCLA. Taught by Professor Alicia Gaspar de Alba.
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