I Am No Longer Mexican

Tue, 12/01/2015 - 21:58 -- Djaime1

Ah, Mexicans.

 

We grow up yelling viva, not knowing we were already dead.

tan skin in a vast sea of white is all we'll be

being Mexican is knowing your culture

I know nothing.

 

I didn’t know the sacrifices my people made,

for me.

How they hit that drum

for me,

for my success.

I can still hear it’s beating, but

It gets fainter every year.

I gave up my maraca,

sold away my ancestors drum;

traded it in for a black brief case that the white man chose.

 

Salma Hayek is the prime example of Mexican women.

Except,

she’s not. Because mexican women struggle.

I think of my mother.

I think of my grandmother being 65 and still having to work.

I think about my Aunt.

A women with four children

All but two born and bred in American.

But those two don’t count because a paper said so.

She does not count because a paper said so.

 

None of what I say will matter because a paper said so.

 

Salma Hayek is a beautiful bimbo.

not because one trait equals the other,

but because she could of helped pave the way for so many, but chose not to.

 

My mother cleans houses every Wednesday and Thursday

My father cleans university floors

Every single day

from 5

to 5.

My mother is your housekeeper,

my Father is your school janitor.

they extended their hand for something more,

but I saw your knife cut their craving fingertips.

They. Are. Not. allowed.

 

If tell you I'm mexican I  see you clutch your purse tighter.

I don’t want your money.

I want your privilege.

 

I want your privilege

I want your privilege

 

I want something.

 

When I was 4,

I asked my mother for a Cookie.

She asked me to say ‘Galleta.’

I'm sorry mommy, I can't.

 

You see,

my new tongue doesn’t like pronouncing accents,

Or speaking the only language my mother can apparently.

My tongue only knew spanish,

but you cut it out and sewed in yours

I kept it because this new tongue has some value.

This new tongue holds my futures.

 

I should have known better,

but you, White Culture,

You tricked me with the hopes of 'cultural Diversity'

with shows like Dora the Explorer.

But Dora never spoke more than 5 Spanish words in an episode, did she?

I am nothing.

You have turned my culture to nothing.

I am just a white flag without a country,

I am Just a Mexican flag with "Made in America" stamped across my center

You have made me

nothing.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country

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