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There is a song that I was forced to hear The voices were often lined with not love, but neither hate This song is known far and near This song was never recieved with much love, but neither hate
Dear friends against the people, I am from the stories of the past Compiled into the present. Chicana they call me.
America was made To be great. From the small towns to businesses, It was all so great. Until one day settlers came along. From Columbus to Addams, They started out strong.
To the love in my life, mi cultura querida: You feel like Latin soul, Baby let that music play,
I am tonight’s DJ.I am neon strobe lights having a seizurein warehouse storage rooms. My music floods
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.
A piece of paper determines your fate, whether you end up in the slums and out in the rain.
A word was born today. Can you guess the word? Let me give you a hint. It's mother was from Athens, Greece and the father was Latino.
You say you don’t like us That you can’t stand us at all You say that we come here illegally To steal all your jobs and stores You say we don’t speak like you
No one told me about the Importance of taking advantage of my education While it was still free. Instead they just continued to talk through me Past me,
I am bilingual, and beautiful I wonder why the worlds so cruel. I hear Oh's and Ah's when I say I am Latina and proud! I see people of color everyday I want equality in every way, that's what i want.
I am the face of hard work and sorrow Yeah a face that others have filled of horror I am the face of the wanted person on the news But look at me,really look, Can you see my bruise?