Veronica López
I am the fine line on your notebook
I am the hot coffee you drink in the morning
Not because it’s dark like me
But because it’s warm like my stories
I am the passenger in your car skipping that one song you like
I am the privilege you use and willingly have
Not because I’m white like you
But because I’m dark
I am the sweat you accumulate on your university crewneck
I am the summer home you get to visit each June with your family
Not because I inherit generational wealth
But because I’ve had to be my own home since