I remember the day when I came out as Hispanic.
Changed my life, for the better.
After years of questioning I finally understood who I am; hispanic.
It was a hard decision, not knowing what would become of me. But I decided hispanic is what I was.
Mom.. Dad… I have to tell you something. I’m hispanic.
I didn’t get to come out on my own
My parents found the sombrero catalogs under my bed.
Once they caught me sneaking out to Taco Bells they knew.