being hispanic
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I know no warmth from days past
It was the first to go
Then next was my flesh and blood until all
That's left is teeth and bone
In this sweet earth
“Yes”
I finally said
and my mother’s eyes filled with tears
her gut with pain
her words with poison
my father left my room
my brother looked at me
why his eyes said
My light skin and colored eyesguarantee me a place in society.They also provide amistaken identity.
You told me I was free,
Free to be whoever I want to be.
Free to fly,
Free to succeed,
Free to reach for the sky,
Free to love
