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Born into the color of


Born into the color of my skin I was destined to fail. 

A lifetime full of trials hitting me like hail.

I would have never made it out alive. 

Just another latina deprived, fighting to live and strive. 

Devouring the lies and feeding the beast, 

Just another latina in a white man's world. 

 

Proud to be hispanic, 

But my brown skin is what ignorant people see as a curse. 

I see it as a gift. 

I see the look in their eyes, 

The fear when when we walk by on the street.

They know I am strong, and they are weak, but they won't admit defeat. 

Somos fuertes.

Always taking from the people instead of giving. 

But we were once a peaceful nation growing strong. 

The color under their skin, makes me want to cry.

A powerful people who are fed with a silver spoon. 

I will have my justice, it's not fair. 

But somos luchadores.

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Sunflower03
<p>This is really well written, and the entire poem is wonderful! Nice job!</p>

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