I was born a Black girl to a light-skinned Black American man and an Afro Puerto Rican woman. My entire being sits at the intersection of Black and Latina. My life oftentimes feels like a competition between multi-marginalization and some sort of privilege I don’t ever feel the benefit of experiencing. I am not a unicorn, but all too often I don’t know who understands me or if I even want to acknowledge the social constructs of my genetic makeup.

However, this is not a venting session but rather just a few snapshots into my life as a Blatina in America. In honor of Hispanic Heritage Month and the ongoing fight for Afro-Latine inclusion, here are four times I found myself at the intersection of Black and Latina.