she get it from her mama

Maybe I have been acting sassier recently or maybe it's because I bought some new large hoop earrings or because I acquired a pair of very snug jeans, but lately my friends and coworkers have been informing me they can see I have sangre latina. (This may also be a reference to the demise of my Spanish skills as I start chopping off syllables and slurring my words together.) When the boricua roots are revealed everyone says "I knew it!" and tells me they can see it in my face or behavior or attitude. Then this weekend it transformed to "you know, you could be Dominican" but maybe if I dyed my hair darker because you know, there are some white Dominicans. But apparently not with brown hair like mine. I would also have to shun the sun and get as pale as possible, because as I was asked yesterday, why do the gringos like the sun so much? And then I was told that we all look alike, in reference to two my fairer skinned, blonde, blue eyed roommates and me. Well, everyone thought Katie and I were sisters when she was here. Maybe I'll dye my hair blonde too and then they really won't be able to tell us apart - or maybe with blonde hair and darker roots I can really pass as one of the white dominicanas.