I am a Mexican

I am a Mexican

As such I was born

Of this soul is my clan

Even through death I can’t be torn

For death is a friend of mine

~

‘Mexican’ from me can not be washed

Through time or water or dress

Use me, hate me, vilify me and it can’t be crushed

Being that MY gods curse or bless

There is nothing to refine

~

When I cross the river

And invade your dream

You don’t know that I am the giver

To enslave me is your scheme

Life and freedom for me, is no longer mine

~

Know this you of the north:

Your need takes its toll

My life’s spirit loses its worth

I am no longer whole

And within I die, in time

~

Guadalupe, I pray, is witness to me

I love my heritage and the blood in my veins

My land, my family, impoverished will be

You and I will never see the same

But life for my loved ones will not be denied