Broken Latina Whole -

They wanted me whole in their image: digestible. Pardon my English. Pardon my trauma. Pardon my survival that still shakes when I hear certain doors slam.

So yes, I am a broken latina whole. Whole because of the breaking. Whole because my ancestors stitched me with threads of revolution and lullabies. Whole because I stopped apologizing for my jagged edges. broken latina whole

They call her a “broken latina whole” — like the fracture is the flaw. Like the stitches aren't sacred. Like resilience isn't woven into the very rhythm of her name. They wanted me whole in their image: digestible