Camila Cabello.

I Take Long Showers, but I Don’t Sing. I Just Stare off into the Universe.

I Am a Daughter to a Cuban Mother and a Mexican Father. I Remember Being on the Bus to Go to My New Home with My Winnie the Pooh Journal, Thinking I Was Going to Disney World. I Was Born in a Country Where the Roads Are Almost as Broken as the Hope of the People. We Left Them with Only the Clothes on Our Backs to Come to a Land Where We Only Knew the Word ‘Yes’ and ‘No.’ We Built a New Life from the Ground up in Hopes of Getting Opportunities to Be the People We Couldn’t Be in Our Own Country. My Mom Went to Night to Learn English. I Didn’t Speak Any English When I Came to Miami. I Learned It Through TV and Cartoons. on My First of School, They Asked Me If I Knew How to Speak English. I Don’t Know If I Misunderstood or Was Too Embarrassed, but I Said, ‘Yeah, I Speak English.’ so I Never Actually Took an ELL Class, but I Picked up English Really Easily. Today I Got to Hug and Thank Barack Obama with Tears in My Eyes for Everything He Does in Supporting Immigration. I Am a Cuban, Mexican, Proud American Citizen. I Look Behind Me and I See My Family – and the Families to Come – Wiping the Sweat off Our Brows, Looking Up, and Thanking God That We Made the Choice to Come Here.

You Know What I Mean?

If You Don’t Want to Piss People Off, Be a Vegetable. Dance Like an Idiot at Parties, Laugh Like a Walrus at Serious Meetings, Sing Pop Songs at the Top of Your Lungs in Front of Your Indie Friends, Wear Red Socks When the Dress Code Is Black and White. the Point Isn’t Rebellion, the Point Is Expression. the Point Is the World Would Be a Much Better Place If We Were Taught to Be Fascinated by Our Differences Instead of Fearing Them, If We Were Taught to Explore Individuality Instead of Controlling It. If We Were Taught That Even If We Disagree with Somebody’s Way of Expression, We Have No Authority to Ever Tell Somebody They Can’t Be Who They Are. Free Yourself, or Let Us Be Free.

Feel Everything, That Is the Difference Between Living and Existing.

No Matter How Old You Get, Crying in Your Mom’s Arms Will Always Make You Feel Three Years Old.

Kisses Are the Best Form of Communication. It Is Your Chance to Say Everything Words Can’t Express. When You Feel Weak and Fragile and You’ve Given Them so Much of Your Heart They Could Break It at Any Second, Say It.. Kiss Slowly, Kiss Softly, Fingers Running Through Their Spine, Face Between Hands. When You Feel Like You’re on Fire, Like No Matter How Close You Are to Each Other You’ll Never Be Close Enough, Say It. Hands Running Through Hair, Whispers in Between, Desperate Kisses, Laughter in Their Mouth. I’m All for Words, But, Trust Me, Kisses Are Better Than Poetry.