we just arrived in açores. i was going to write on the plane but was too restless and it was too dark to do so. i've felt very... black, thus far on this trip. being surrounded by so many soft-haired brunettes and blondes and i can't say that they have the friendliest demeanor, i feel like i'm being looked at in a "preta" kind of way. i feel anxious. it started with the fact that they mixed up several gates at the airport back in boston and made no announcements about it. we could have easily ended up in zurich or in dubai. dubai is going on my "places to go" list. maybe i'd feel more comfortable there because i feel like such a foreigner here - not american, not portuguese, what is a cape verdean around here anyway? i just feel black. i don't understand as much portuguese as i thought i did. i even found myself desperately trying to cover up the fact that my hair's natural roots were beginning to curl up in the ponta delgada airport bathroom, visciously, subconciously, brushing them down to straighten out. i was looking more at the woman next to me's reflection than my own.
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