I Wish I Knew
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Seven a Mexican American is trying to find out their sexuality out in the world full of faces she never seen before. Trying to find if this or that is the right choice, at young age fourteen. Slowly peaking out into the world ashamed of her own race and lack of knowledge of her own culture. A person of color not accepted. Questioning if this was all her fault.
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