¡Ándale, Prieta!: A Love Letter to My Family

When I tell people who don't speak Spanish what prieta means—dark or the dark one—their eyes pop open and a small gasp escapes... How do I tell them that now, even after the cruelty of children, Prieta means love? That each time Prieta fell from my grandmother's lips, I learned to love my dark skin.

No one calls me that anymore. I miss how her words ...