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When I lived in Mexico I went to the graveyard on Day of the Dead.

When I lived in Mexico I went to the graveyard on Day of the Dead. Families sat on gravestones with pictures and flowers. Laughing, talking, being together. There was a line from the entrance down the street.

And then there was another part of the graveyard, with a guard. Much more affluent. And empty.
I joked with my boyfriend, “That’s the expat area.” And out of curiosity, I went in.

I was right. People from the USA lay beneath dirt and big headstones, completely uncelebrated.

I changed that day.

I shed a cultural striving to be relevant.
And understood my value.

My only real worth is in how I love.

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