Puerto Rican's aren't Mexican And Mexican's aren't Cubans One comes from a democracy The other's a “territory” And that one's a commie But they are all alive in me
And they are all “America” America's in me
You shake your head And laugh your arrogance at me It's your ignorance You must have the word confused With the Untied States Don't be so quick to judge My terminology as hate It is my home The only one I know But that doesn't mean I'll let a country steal the continent's show
Back to the races now Back to where we grew from, and how
They talk of their families Particular to their culture Mother and father's religions Whose is older? But no one baptized me I'm a “free thinker” Not a soldier
And if you smelled the comida You'd know you were home I'll take the taquitos, fajitas Tostadas sin carnitas Just…no meat, please!
I'm a vegetarian I've got ideals For reals, man Some things I can't condone
What's a Latina sin carne? A green Latina! A tree-hugging, Gringa.
Wow, that's clever But here's something even better
What's a Latina without familia? There's the question that unsettles.
A foster care Ex welfare Veggie chompin English talkin White skinned Thinly trimmed Ghetto living Hard look giving
Success I'm a mess
A winner A failure
A question “An exception”
A fighter who cries And a looser who laughs
A writer who dances in two tongues And then sticks out her lengua
A student forever I'll be Long after the University graduates me
A performer A reformer Anything I want to be Latinismo's in me.
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