I am going to paint to you my life

My pale color complexion gets me liked

Blonde hair gets me praised,

My brain gets me good grades

The ambition I have in my blood

Gets me put down

When I start to unravel

That my tongue speaks Spanish

It mixes with words I can't pronounce

My color looks to be white

Yet my heritage and roots

Derive from a foreign country

That I get called “Alien”

An immigrant that came from nothing

To a place to get nothing

My american dream

Became a nightmare

The day I started to comprehend why my mom hid from the police like if she was going to get killed?

The look I saw in people's faces when my mom arrived in a place she couldn't speak English,

The pain I saw across the women who gave birth to me when her and I were being discriminated..

I am an Alien?.

Described as a creature that people haven't seen,

While the whole world screams to me I am a human..