latinos
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Red, White and Blue the colors that once stood for truth.
But what are we teaching our youth?
The country that is proud to be called free and home of the brave.
But only brave if you learn to enslave?
There's a group of people, living in silence - in the darkenss
Many are aware of their existence
Many are not
Who am I to shine light on them - shine the truth
It makes me sick to the stomach
Back Pains at the end of the day, worth it cause the check's getting thick. struggled to understand why my mother sacrifices,tolerates,and creates just for me. we have the same nose, we have the same hopes, we don't belong.
A poem inspired by the militarization of the border as well as the Chicano Movement.
Las hierlas
My people, my race, my heritage.
I am a rapist. I am a drug addict. I am good for nothing alcoholic
That is how one person labeled all of my people.
My ancestors.
I am tonight’s DJ.I am neon strobe lights having a seizurein warehouse storage rooms. My music floods
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?
