I feel lost sometimes, not because who I am but because of my heritage and where I am now. I work in a kindergarten much alike the kindergarten I went to when I was younger and the memories are so clear to me now. Everybody were blond except me and a girl who had a dad from a far away country. You could see clearly that I wasn’t one of them except me, I felt like one of them because I was raised the same way.
Now. I feel like a Swedish girl sometimes like when me and a family member have different views on things or when I survive without salary because my mom can help me. Then a thing happened and I felt colombian, lantin and not white. I needed to argue about a thing because I needed to stand up for everybody in this country who don’t are white, who get discriminated because of their race. Then I was on square one, I’m not totally colombian, I’m not a white Swedish woman so who am I?