I inherited a love for music
but not a love for letting go.
Never would a song tell me that it loved me,
never would it matter
Never would it take back words,
or switch up notes
Never would it disappear
when needed most
& even when it hurts to listen
I still press play and fall in love again
Music taught me about culture, it taught me about love, it taught me about death. …
After a month of dating my current partner, I was having dinner with his roommates when one of them blurted out a sentence over the dinner table that has stuck with me 2 years into the relationship.
“SO.. how does it feel to be an interracial relationship?”
I was visibly confused. Not because I didn’t realize my boyfriend at the time was white (update: he still is) or because I didn’t realize I was clearly Dominican.
I just hadn’t thought of the fact that “Oh shit, I am in an interracial relationship…”
HOW the hell did you not realize?
Luckily, I have been privileged enough to be able to hunker down at home and wait out the storm. When it came time for me to reintegrate myself into society and start going into work I did not think I would miss one small act the most.
I’d do it as I stepped out of my apartment with my neighbor, I’d do it with the barista as I picked up my coffee, I’d even do it with the postman as he dropped off packages at work.
Haven’t guessed it?
After years of working in retail, customer service, and hospitality…
Freelancer. Dominican American, LGBTQ+, trying to find out more about myself through writing.