AC (September 14,1980 / Chicago, Illinois)


You look at me and ask yourself
Who am I?
What am I?
What have I to do?
I`m a Latina, nada mas, nothing more
Why do I have to pay for my father crossing that border,
For my father proving your race,
That he didn`t need your language,
He didn`t need your education
Nor did he need your approval
To be what he is today.
You look at my father
You think,
My America is full of these wetbacks
Who made your America
what it is now,
Full of immigrants
Full of ignorance
Full of foreigners
Who will never be white
Yet you forget that once America put up such a fight
With these non-whites,
Theses foreigners
These folks full of color,
And who do you think won?
Look around you.
What do you see,
Nothing but minorities all around
All about
Be careful for soon you will be slapped in the face when you see that you are now working for these foreigners....

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hey this is such a good poem it inspired me to write a poem along the same context it's named 'niggers' in the short time i've been a member on here i've become a huge fan of your work
Hi Arely, I liked this, its the flip side of the view people usually take, foreigners are usually treated as 2nd rate citizens, but if it weren't for them, who would operate half of the companies in the US? I know it's true cos the company i work for is based in the US, and its the same over there. One day America will wake up and realise, that if its not careful, it could all go very wrong. Anyway, as i say, lovely poem! ! !