Maganda Unveiling
It seemed almost a month into the semester and I was feeling really out of place at Cal. I was to old, too fat, too slow, too brown and not white enough. I started to feel like I shouldn’t be here and that somehow I should be cleaning someone’s house instead. . .
The performance was a comfort to see these young artists some young enough to be my children, speaking out about issues of love, friendships, politics, economics, life. It was encouraging to see my people taking their message around the world to be heard from their experiences their point of view. I was proud to take my daughter to the event as she is Filipina and will also carry her message.
I had to leave early. But after that evening, I knew I was here to stay. Cal was mine.
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