Barbazon
Boston can be blamed for my struggles
for my identity is mixed up
between what’s good y que lo que
and if my twists are curls or locks
but I love the struggles
as colleges love my struggle
and my highschool searches for my struggles in other kids
I’m unique they say
I’m woven in two different cloths
mixed in two different comida o great eats
jambalaya y sancocho
that’s my identity
for I carry lots of seasoning
unlike the chicken noodle soups that surround me
that try to play with my ingredients
like my hair
I love my struggles
for I come from the mud
Y el tierra
why be the same when you can be different
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