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¿Y la Prieta?


My grandma, Ita, called me Prieta. She called me this because my skin is toasted brown. When I was born my mom says I was light skinned, but she knew “que iba ser morena” because the inside of my little baby thighs were already darker than the rest of me.

In the sun, I turn a darker brown. I get even more Prieta.

It was a term of endearment. My sister, who has a light complexion, was called guera or guerinchi. When I tell people who don’t speak Spanish what Prieta means, dark or the dark one, their eyes open wide and a small gasp escapes. I see the offense they feel for me sprinkled on their faces like the freckles I will never have. When I try to explain, the offense still shadows their eyes.

That is the problem with Spanish. Wait, maybe, that is their problem with Spanish. Even when I explain, they are suspicious. Their faces ask, “Is this true?” as if I am setting them up for a joke. But how can I explain the cultural and literal meaning of a word at the same time?

How do I tell them that when I heard Ita say Prieta I felt the caress of her strong hands on the top of my head as she braided my hair? How do I tell them that I never knew what Prieta really meant until some light skinned Mexican kids laughed at me and said I had to be more Mexican than them because I was “bien prieta”? How do I tell them that when they said the word it turned ugly, and I called them wetbacks in response? How do I tell them that now, even after the cruelty of children Prieta means love? That each time prieta fell from her lips, I learned to love my dark skin.  

No one calls me that anymore. I miss how her words sounded aloud.

My Ita called me Prieta. Eight years ago, she died and took the name with her. 





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  2. AWW THIS IS SO SWEET AND SAD AT THE SAME TIME. I ALWAYS THOUGHT PRIETA WAS A TERM OF ENDEARMENT AS A KID. IT WAS JUST LIKE GUERA TO ME. MY HUBBY IS BLACK AND WE GOT TO TALKING ABOUT THE MEANING OF PRIETO, NEGRITO ETC. WHICH IS HOW I ENDED UP IN THIS POST OF YOURS. THANKS FOR SHARING.
    I LOST MY GUELITA AND GUELITO JUST A FEW YEARS AGO, I MISS THEM SO MUCH. MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS ENTRY IS THE LAST SENTENCE. <3

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