by Grisanti Valencia
Yo so Grisanti, Ita Kwaan; Flor de Oro;
Embarrassment of my skin has kept me trapped
NOW! I love my brown skin
Living on the East side of Fresno
I have hopes and aspirations
I feel trapped among
Poverty, Drugs and Sex
People on welfare surround me
I feel trapped in a world of the common question!
What are you? What’s your identity?
Mexicana? I did live in Mexico,
Oaxaquena? My parents are from there,
Chicana? I do share that political identity,
Sonorense? my birth Certificate says I was born there
What am I?
I say I’m indigenous and it is not accepted!
I say I’m Chicana and they tell me I’m not.
Yo soy Zapoteca,
Yo soy Oaxaquena!
I’m that raped child at 10
I have been raped by the person who created me
My protector harmed me
I’m that girl scared of love
I am that girl that runs from love
I am Rigoberta Menchu,
Fighting for the rights of her people
the indigenous people no one will fight for
I am the undocumented child arriving the United States at 5
I am a DREAMer
I will survive!!
I will live the “ American dream”
I will help raped children, abused children, neglected children
I am Malcolm X
A radical being that the government wants to keep in his place
Dr. king wants the same thing I want,
You don’t have to be a man to fight for freedom,
You have to be an humble human being
I am the flower of gold,
My skin is the color of Dirt!
People see me and all they see is another Mexicana
I am an exception to the rule
I am a raped, abused child.
I am undocumented and proud.
I will continue to dream,
I will continue to fight!