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about to cross the first finish line


I am Jeffrey I am in a technological world The twenty-first century Seeing the world change every day For the best and worst For the rich no change economically For the poor change dramatically Money rules all Assumptions of failure A bad future Won’t go to college Work at a bad job Just by the color of skin And my last name A past of royalty And a present of middle class And a future of question You may have seen what I have seen Done the things I’ve done Committed errors and lies All in the circle of my life But I have done it MY WAY! Not yours, not yours, not yours, Not even yours. But hey that’s me I life that has taken me 17 years Hope there's more on the way A life of expectations With some failures But of course SUCCESS I have two bloodlines But I accept both I believe in what I need to believe in I have pride in being a Mayan I have pride in being a Pipil warrior I have pride in the blood that runs through my veins I am proud of my parents Of their history Of their parents history And the future I will start II: Ancient History I am Guatemalan Loud and proud Intelligence comes from my ancestors The ones who lived there before But what is left in ruins The blood runs through me My mother, my aunt My uncle, and grandmother And at last my grandpa Thomas Que. Dios tenga tu espíritu con el History of leaders Kings and warriors The focus to move forth The belief in customs I am Guatemalan I am Salvadorian Destined for greatness A soldier in me with a politician in my head A history of people with success and failure And whatever is in between The blood runs through me like a river It gives me all I could ever receive The wisdom of all the past generations From my father From my Grandpa Alberto Que. Dios tenga tu espiritu con el History of soldiers and politicians Indigenous and foreign Some to look for others While others to refuge The Incas with their minds give me ideas each day Since they have had great descendants The Pipil the Incas and now us I am Salvadorian I am a Mayan living under a religious society1 Believing in every custom imaginable I see indigenous people around us Getting ready for a ceremony they did not volunteer for I see the priest saying a prayer before the sacrifice I remember my brother along side myself Know just under my house five feet under Their are people on my homeland Invading Taking Abusing their welcome we treat them like humans They treat us like dogs A lower life form what is wrong with these people We fight a long battle feeling the sword of Cortez Each slash and blood Same like my brothers from El Salvador Painting each other for a custom A custom for protect For well being For the best of others and ourselves I see the War Of 1969 during a soccer tournament, maybe you’ve heard of it Its known as the World Cup2 A war with more words than deaths A war that made us who we are today Not to let anything stop us keep fighting Till you see you are finished III: joining the melting pot We came for lives for the future and present To start again To climb to the mountain top To succeed our dreams that was our journey My Salvadorian blood and Guatemalan blood run through It, came from two different locations But ended up where the X marks the spot The story of Salvadorians Sometimes misconceived by racism By la migra, by Whites, by the people But we have proven them wrong it has been a struggle It has been difficult but... We look behind us and see our family We see that we have grown in Cali and Texas From 94,000 to 465,0003 during the 1980s to 1990s We came for better opportunities Education, work, better life, generations For safety from a quake that rocked more than the nerves We came to help and increase economies Now when there is a problem they say “Houston we have a problem” There are immigrants in this area we need to clear them out My father a fighter a hard worker a consistent father Came for my future and the generations to come To seek a fulfilling life My blood also tells the story Of Guatemalans A past of greatness Now a present of disrespect From being scared of la migra, of Whites, A journey that my mother started when she was only 9 A life of not being o.k with her situation A life of not being sad about her fathers death A life of fighting for a generation that will come later A life of asking for help not saying I can't do this She went and fought now she is living a life That to others seemed impossible but to her It was the life of Marina Xon Morales4 In the 1970s5 there was turmoil politically and socially An economy going down a government getting overturned They came to prosper to fulfill a lifelong dream To California, Arizona The so called American dream that really is a real dream for an immigrant That was Uncle Sam's way of saying welcome (for now) IV: current reality Now in the twenty-first century A century where we have seen many accomplishments Black president, a day we will never forget6 A dream team down in south beach movements for rights7 An act that will give education to those kids without papers The Dream Act To me there's a reason why it is called the Dream Act Because you need taxes and to immigrants that are Somehow “illegal” look it up, we were here first Primero but it seem no one knows that By the way they teach us at school By the fear of going back By the fear the government gives in Arizona Sb1070 who wrote that stupid thing We have seen leaders the Chicano movement I am Joaquin by Rodolfo Corky Gonzales who speaks on the rough times we have experienced The fight for the field by Cesar Chavez To get our labor laws to be good for we won't Worry about the future of the home The fights for the schools Because we were and will fight for our rights For work and education We will search for whatever we can achieve and there has never Never been a backing down on us we have always went 110% and have been given many awards But there's still immigration reform we have to look for And their will be an end to it Maybe not by me Not my neighbor Not the kid down the street. but in someones mind there is an idea in someone's head that will be approved for my people who has lost many to the migra to the law to the White I promise it V: thinking ahead I am proud of my history of my blood and whatever comes ahead I love my culture the one with the Mayan Kings the Inca and Pipil as well we have showed strength and resilience against the Spanish and everyone who came against us we saw that we needed to search for a future a better life and the idea was come to the country that has an X which marks the spot the US of A it was a field of dreams for us welcomed us with open hands until we were no longer needed they gave us the boot Now we are here being put down getting sent back losing contact with family having a sense of fear but fear is not real it’s a choice you can be worried for tomorrow or be focused on know like the LA school’s students who fought for their education the people lead by Cesar Chavez to look for a better wage and economic standard... now its us today we are the future who will need to raise the bar go past expectations don't be the stereotypical Latino be more do more achieve more lets speak up discuss with others make a change make it significant lets prove others wrong show we are strong in any category lets grow bigger in schools in offices in law firms in hospitals but not as a janitor but as owners advisors top students lawyers paralegals doctors nurses we need to show we can be great like the past leaders and start showing we are here to stay and succeed.
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