mexicanamerican
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To the love in my life, mi cultura querida:
You feel like Latin soul,
Baby let that music play,
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.
I was born out of two genocides.
The first of European colonization the destruction of my Aztec bloodline,
by my blonde hair green eyed grandfather making me Mexican,
being that I was born and raised on our fertile land...
