I grab my pen and make a list on my leg where there is still space left to write. Things I am: A girl. A Boricua. A fucking genius. A seer. A mystic. An insomniac. An Underdog? An astroNOT. Queer. Pan like Baldwin said? Things I am not: a bad person. A good person can make mistakes that hurt other people sometimes. Like I did with Nelly. A bad person doesn’t give a shit. I give a shit.
