Though my skin is white, I still have to fight.
For education, equality, acceptance. I promise I'm bright.
Actually, I'm Hispanic, but you couldn't tell by my skin.
Call myself hispanic, and it's considered a sin.
Not white to the white, not brown to the brown.
I'll yell at them, and not make a sound.
No one hears me, because I don't say anything.
Because I can't, I supposedly have everything.
Though my mother is Mexican, you can call me American.
I have found my identity, and it's about faith, freedom, and liberty.