Categorization

I stare at blue and white AP scantron

The Racial/ Ethnic group section

Mark all that apply

My origin was well known

I am Hispanic/ Latino

But choosing a race

Felt like walking on a tightrope

I didn’t fit into any category

I am not white

I am not black

I didn’t fit in their stereotypical description or their origin

I wasn’t from Germany, Ireland, or Italy

I wasn’t from Africa , Jamaica, Nigeria

I am from the smallest country

In Central America

A surfer’s paradise to delicious pupusas

The light blue water of Coatepeque to the ancient ruins of El Tazumal

Being categorized meant being

Swept under the carpet

Undervalued, and marginalized

I let labels and categorization

Have more meaning than

My roots and my culture.

I stare at blue and white AP scantron

The Racial/ Ethnic group section

I didn’t mark anything