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"marry someone who can give you what you want" They say jokingly, but it stays on my mind. "Why are you so uptight, live a little more." My parents fled for me, and looked back one last time.  
My fight does not stem from the desire to overpower My fight stems from my roots embedded in the rich earth of my motherland My struggle stems from the recognition that evil will always exist if good stays silent
I come from a little town in the western part of Mexico A pueblo called Santa Anita in Guadalajara, Jalisco From dreamers both my parents and I Who came to seek a better future until we die
Dear Beautiful America, A scared girl she was when she crossed the border. Her parents wanted a better life for her…more opportunities She was too young. “Illegals” and “Aliens” they called her
We haven’t much to call our own. Not our eyes or our hair, or our X chromosome. Not our face or our fare, or the places we roam.
Dear friends against the people,     I am from the stories of the past Compiled into the present. Chicana they call me.
Dear Government, Thank you for protecting usIn times of need,But really, can you describe yourself as marvelous?If that’s your only good deed?Power,You possess itYou grasp it With every fiber of your existenceYou abuse it Twist it and turn it arou
Darkest art the days I have live, Painful are the thoughts I think Pain runs throughout my bones Sadness creeps upon my heart For I crave the privilege
A mother,  looking down at her child, giving kisses to his forehead, and holding him close. A teenager, acting foolishly and disrespectfully towards his crush, who seems to be uncomfortable.
Rip off the blindfoldsAnd make them see youMake it knownWhat you wantWhat is rightMake it knownThat you are human tooMake them seeWhat it is like to live like you
80,000. The number of children, according to the 2016 census, that will be kicked out of the self-proclaimed "Land Of the Free".
They took me by the hand to the Land of Dreams, I was young and naive, all I knew was that everyone said everything was better in the U S of A. The years quickly passed by, years where everything was fine, everything was good.
Go to sleep, close your eyes
All I see is violence All I hear are lies All I want is happinness All I get is hatred Untames and Untainted They hate me And at times I hate them All I want is a chance
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