Tesa Blue Flores
Sunlight still shocks me.
My paleness still shocks people when confronted with my Mexicaness,
to be two things at once is too much.
In some ways, everyone falls in line,
just not when you wish they would.
My hair is the membrane that lets me
So I let it do what it wants in thanks.
I wonder if kids stop being sponges
when they grow up.
And when do we harden?
People taught me to skip stones
but I never caught on.
I feel my skin smoothening into armor, cold and flat,
silkily skimming the surface
before settling below.