Baggage

I remember everything you know?
The day the first grade teacher put me in the corner
The day she told my mother she immigrated to Aruba to iron on her back
The day the fifth grade teacher called my intelligence surprising
The day the boy on twitter called me a low class Dominican
The day I first wore my hair out, and they called me names
The day they told me I would never be anything
The endless micro aggressions
All the friends that start sentences with “no offense but...”
you know what, honey,
I only write to forget
all the things I wish
I did not remember