In lieu of an abstract, here is a brief excerpt of the content:

Welch 9 Enid Santiago Welch Gray Eyes My eyes are gray, as gray clear as water. My hair is curly brown, curly as millions of tiny coils, coils that won't spring. My skin is as dark as a bar of Hershey's. Imagine me, I am not an eyesore. I am a singer, for I have a voice and a soul; a writer for I am an intellect, an artist, for I have creativity. See me, look at me. Don't turn away from me. I will not vanish like some magician's trick. I will not go away like a stray dog. Face me, look into my life-filled eyes see the essence of me. I am here to stay. I will not go away. Reach out, touch me. I am warm. ...

pdf

Share