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The Ties That Bind: A Hispanic Heritage Collection
Our families shape us deeply. For Hispanic Heritage month, we present "The Ties that Bind", a collection of prose and poetry that explores mentees' complex relationships with family. These pieces tackle homesickness, generational divides, and the defining hands of culture and desire.
Oftentimes I tend to focus on generational curses, the bad traits I’ve received from my family. My piece reflects on this and the generational blessings passed down.
“I don’t want to go to college. I want to go to war.”
My mother is soft like dandelions and freshly washed sheets.
Adulthood begins when you are able to look beyond the person you see in the mirror.
Papi, I know —
He always walked a little in front of me with his hands in his
black nylon jacket.
“Come on, Ma, let me sleep.”
My grandmother is eighty-two years old…and yet she still has the life of a Youngblood.