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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?
