House. Fresnillo, Mexico. 2007
Peace …
I wonder how things would be different if I
had darker skin, spoke Spanish, if I
used to walk the streets of Guadalajara
and wore skirts; shorts, perhaps took care
of my hair more often.
I wouldn’t be myself.
I wouldn’t be the awkward Pakistani, sometimes-
confused-about-her-sexuality, Muslim, Urdu-and-
English-speaking girl who fell in love
not once
not twice
but three times …
for three
different
Mexican natives.
USA! Even though Chicharito is my boy, I gotta stay loyal to my soil.
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