Lowriders and Oldies
Legacy is a big deal where I am from. Raised in the “Urban” of “Urban” neighborhoods. Lowriders on the streets, the smell of carne asada in the air and illegal fireworks on September 15th to 16th. Horchata running down your esophagus and Art Laboe playing those Sunday jams. Granddaughter of an important founder of a small town in Baja Cali; but of course, history doesn’t write about the sweat and blood mixed in the cement; only the greed and votes of the feared. When tourists drive through the town, they drive over my history, my grandfather’s legacy, our blood.
I have a fear of my children not knowing the truth about me; so, I write… a lot. Once vivid dreams are now printed on paper and typed on platforms. I’m an RCIA Team Member at my local Church and I help people find their inner faith with God. I write what I know, what I dream of, what I aspire my kids to acknowledge and learn.
My name is Betty Berniice, with two “I”s and I am happy to have found The Prose.
Blessings!