Struggles of Ethnicity

How do you think it feels to be Mexican?

Does its matter where your orgins been?

Everyday you're called a beaner,

Cause their self-esteem wants to be meaner.

When you think I jumped the border, 

My orgins where you use the quarter.

When you hit me with your criticism so bland, 

I actually know you're jealous of my tan.

So go get a tan at a tanning salon, 

But sadly your ugliness will never be gone.

Yes I'm Mexican, so what?

Why don't you just keep your mouth shut?

When I graduate from a university,

You'll keep judging the world's diversity.

And when you're on the streets begging poor, 

Don't worry I'll give you a job, as a janitor.


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