Born of brown colores in a “white” culture,
One life of Mejico traditiones,
Pan Dulce, Tacos y Frijoles,
yet unaccepted by Mejicanos.
Yo no sabe Espanol!
My grandparents were born of this California land that was once Mejico. They were threatened to refuse and disregard their raped language. They were guided to speak English and English ONLY.
Such brainwashing was birthed over and over until my soul dispersed. Dispersed into a “white society” where English was the norm. Where Brown was off, yet white in. WHERE Espanol was wet-back and English the norm.
Mexian culture is beautiful to hang on walls, to wear on your bodice, but dismissed as a human,
To accept and spew the words that you are “Mexican” is an insult to our society,
“True Mejicos”, whose blood has formed from the rape of the Spaniards and Aztecs are embedded to be “Mexican”. They speak “Spanish” and if you are not fluent, you are not.
Mejica from blood yet born of another,
I live for mi vida,
Unbroken by our ancestors rapes, their suffering.
I stand brown and proud,
American born yet cultured with brown.
You don’t know me,
I am part of the melting pot that has accustomed to “your” reality!
I am part of mi cultura that has been broken down by the man,
Yet I continue to strive to bring our ancestry alive,
Wherever your ancestry arrives from, we are brought together by rape and pain yet strengthened by relentless intellectual gains,
We are America.
We are the melting pot.
We are culture.
We are today.