This is yet another identity post. I often wonder, you see… “American” is broad, so I won’t go there Dominican by birth, but people don’t care. They think I’m Cubana, sometimes Colombiana Puerto Rican, Brazilian, even Peruana. In my grandpa’s blood, Asian; in my grandma’s, French African for sure; Spain brought in the slaves. “What the hell am I” I’ve wondered for years My last name I traced, it is European. Taíno, Mestizo; the terms now seem odd History has played a role, and full-blood we are not. But Multiracial is beautiful, a wonderful world, I can straighten my hair or wear it curled. Literature and music, the influence is…