Took a trip to Managua to pick up my meds from the office because allergies are still a thing even here. While there, I decided to use the great wifi. I saw many disturbing and sad things. Charleston church shooting and several articles on police brutality. I cannot ignore the war being waged on my family, my community, my people. Although there isn’t racism here, my skin is still a constant distraction here. In American, my skin could cause me to be profiled, followed, attacked without just cause or not hired. Here, my skin is embraced as something exotic. It’s different and strange and considered beautiful. Something weird that they want to touch. I am still seen more like an animal that human. People touch my hair without asking or assume I am from the Coast. I am a peace corps volunteer of color. I can’t say it bothers me too much here because diversify is so prominent on the job and in the work force. But it does color my experiences and change how I react to things. I hope and have been successful already in educating the differences of Americans. I am an American even though I’m not white and this is what that means. I pray places like Ferguson, Baltimore and the world one day get to such a place mentally before more horrifying things happen. It breaks my heart to see such pain in my communty but I am here fighting the same cause and am hopeful every time I see the difference I make.