Latina?

I was sitting in my college Spanish class one afternoon. I had been learning Spanish on and off since I was four and my accent was barely indistinguishable from the native speakers. As I sat with my friend, Xiomara, another classmate, Ricardo came over to us and gave us flyers for a Hispanic scholarship program. I gave it back and said it wasn’t for me.

I forgot about the incident until the next class when Ricardo asked me why I didn’t take the scholarship form. I told him that I wasn’t Hispanic, but African-American. He laughed and said that he had thought I was ashamed of being Hispanic.