Blood runs deep in the veins of every single Human being.
Still feel like an Alien who doesn’t belong on Earth’s gorgeous grass flowing to the winds of every step I take…
Even if it’s 7 bucks for anyone who’s darker than me…
A surprised look on their face when I bring out my spanish and speak.
Carry skin too white for my culture,
Even if I own it with integrity…
No matter how much I’m denied,
Can’t live without Platanos,
Con sachichon y keso frito.
With a chip on my shoulder,
Of keeping my identity postered,
On an inner child I rather hold closer?
I eat those jabs of rejection and lay on a prayer for closure…
Closure with a culture that won’t accept me for who I am…
What does being part of a culture matter,
When my Grandmother embraced me with love?
Although we grew up on different islands,
Without a single lick of English coming from her tongue,
We sat down with each other,
Learning of the places we originally came from.
I can’t seem to say the same for many others who saw me as a blemish they would rather cover up…