Personal Narrative: I Am Mexican And Native American

Haven’t you ever wondered how it feels to be discriminated or what goes through their mind? Well it has happened to me many times, and as well to those who are like me. Every time someone saw me they would assume what I was. I felt like I wasn’t what I was. I now know that I am who I was meant to be. I am Mexican and Native American. My mother and father always told me to be myself and to listen to no one. How could I have been myself at the age of 7 when disrespectful people always told me things that I possibly would have not know? I was 10 years old and a girl in my class that was Native American bullied me because I didn’t know very much about the Native American culture, I didn't dress like her, speak like her, or look like her. On my mother side we are Mexicans
I saw my dad's hunting gear, which were basically his bow and arrow from when he hunted as a young man. Me seeing those arrows, those sharp, pointy, flawless arrows made me notice where I come from. With those arrows I could shoot all the hate, disapproval, bad talk, and so on. I know where I belong. I’m not afraid to go on the tall, absolute beautiful, loving horses, getting dirty with a puddles of mud splashing as i stomp on them hard, and running with a stray dogs of Mexico and Texas. Being able to eat those spicy chiles, the juicy, soft steaks and lamb, and the corn on a cob with lime, salt, and spices on breezy nights. After being told negative things I now will turn it into something positive for those who are like. I have been discriminated many times because of who I am, where i came from, and those too who are like me who’ve been discriminated as well. I know who I am and I am not disappointed of my culture even thought i might know every much about my ancestors or traditions, or where I’m from. I am a nature loving, outdoor going ,music loving, artistic girl that MY Mexican mother and Native American father