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To the love in my life, mi cultura querida: You feel like Latin soul, Baby let that music play,
i raise my hand  but the bitch doesnt see i have to go to the bathroom but she says others are out but what does that have to do with me? i have a different bladder a different life but what does she know?
  Somehow I am strong; They fear my total being. My brown skin makes murmurs In crowds where they can see me.  
I was born out of two genocides. The first of European colonization the destruction of my Aztec bloodline, by my blonde hair green eyed grandfather making me Mexican, being that I was born and raised on our fertile land...
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