Pale and blue-eyed
they call me a gringa but that's not who I am.
Some say that I'm lucky
that I don't look like a stereotype,
but we are people, not Jeopardy questions
and we should not be shoved into categories.
That's not to say I'm not proud,
of the Mexican blood in my veins; because I am.
But I'd like to be known for what I am,
and not what people think I should be.
It's not "lucky" to look whiter,
It's not a compliment to say
"but you're not really Mexican"
Because I am, really.
The Spanish that rolls off my tongue,
that you hate to hear because it hurts your ears,
I will keep speaking my language
because it is part of who I am.
Stop silencing us
learn to listen.