I am a father, a son, and a brother.

I have a Caucasian mother and a Mexican father.

I was raised by children; both my parents were teenagers when I was born.

I was also raised by both my grandparents. 

I see all their views and beliefs within me.

I was born into a split household, whose two heritages are at odds.

I am too white to listen to Vicente and am too Mexican to bear my name.

 

I struggle with finding my place in my family.

I struggle with finding a balance within myself.

I struggle with finding my place in society.

I am a caldron pot filled with the beliefs and morals of my childhood.

I stir in social views and belief. 

I endure stirring and wait for a perfect mixture.

I have become a rock at the center of a river.

I have endured the pounding of waves. 

I hold steady and fight the current.

I am Chad Rivera.

I am what I make myself.

I belong wherever I choose.