Puerto Rican, Mexican, whatever. Same difference…

… My grandmother, on my mom’s side, always called me Cuban. My grandfather, on that same side, mistakenly thought I was a Mexican. In high school it was less specific. I was just a pain ole ‘Spic. Never mind that my complexion is so lilly white it’s practically clear. I had dark features, black hair, and one o’ them furrin soundin’ surname so I must have been a furriner.