I am Proud


To some, everything comes naturally.

Money, fame, is recieved upon birth.

I am not one of those people.

My parents are not famous, nor are they rich.

We originate from Colombia, the land of Cocaine.

Here we came speaking a different language,

seeking a better life.

Yet we are shut out, frowned upon, 

by racial remarks.

We are not all Mexican, however they don't care.

To them we all look the same.

I am hispanic, and I am proud.

I shall never hide me identity to those who frown upon us.

I will stand tall and say "I am Colombian."

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