On Being a Human
On being a human
Mi Raza is not my race
For “race” begins the classification,
The determination of who I am and who I will become
I am a human first
Mi Raza is my people- mi gente-
Brought together not by the color of our skin
But by our proud and strong spirits
Wetbacks, aliens, gangbangers and whores
Derogatory slurs
The generalization that will raise
the question of
my citizenship
My values
my
future
But I am a human first
America –“the land of the free”
Yet when I look all around me
I see
Oppression, manipulation
One war left behind
Only to enter a new one
In which each day brings a new struggle
Work hard
But you won’t get there
talk the talk -
but you’ll never fit in
take a good long look in the mirror
you don’t belong here
Do you say untrue?
Scoff at our views
that the system
needs to improve ?
so it is fate that
Suspensions hit a higher rate
among students of color
It is right
That migrant workers to the day
Work for little to no pay
Are we still humans first?
History has a habit of repeating itself they say
And to this day
I see it no different
Camps still exist
Raids still continue
Can you put a price on a dream?
On a hope?
On a life?
Everyone envisions a better life
Is that crime now?
To want something better for your loved ones
To want them to have something more than what you had
To see them succeed and live
Rather than see them bleed crimson on a street
One day when they’re at their very peak?
Because it can only be fair
When I.C.E knocks down your door
And throws you against the floor
While your family looks on
Because it can only be fair
When you are turned away
reason being
Your immigration status
It is only fair, ‘cause as you can see
my branding crime? Is being me
“I’m waiting, waiting on the world to change”
But I am done waiting
Done waiting for them to look
Further than the color of my skin
Further than the tongue that I speak
Because whether you choose
To see it or not
I rise, we rise
United and strong
Colores Unidos
Mi gente Unidos
We are humans first
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