Want to cut open my chest
Lay bear my heart
And show you
That it holds your name
Tattooed there only and ever.
And put it in your hands.
Then I can die knowing you
That you really do,
Like you always have,
Had my heart.
And your protestations
To the contrary
Were wrong after all.
I’m sitting at the table, legs propped on a chair, staring out the window, wondering how else to talk to you (because I’m sick and sad that you’re not here and we’re apart - in more ways than one) and my son walks up and climbs on my legs.
He looks at my legs and asks why there’s a crack in the bridge…to which I replied, because I have two legs and they are resting on the chair differently.
He replies, no. It’s the bridge. You’re broken.
Oh sweet boy. I’m broken. I haven’t cried in front of my kids in so long. And I don’t know what to say.
I’ve hurt the woman I love. I keep saying the wrong things to make it worse. I’ve fallen in the hole I dug, and I feel as if I might die here.
Maybe that’s what I deserve at this point. But I can’t stop thinking about you. And it hurts. So much.
Irony (n): When you ask someone from the second oldest ethnic group in the United States if they’re here “illegally.”
Welcome to being Latino, where you’re frequently treated like a cultural alien no matter where you’re actually from or how long you’ve been here. These and other slights pepper BuzzFeed’s new video “If Latinos Said the Stuff White People Say,” which humorously redirects racially insensitive assumptions toward the people who might otherwise express them.