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It is the color from which we rise The color of rich soil from a land uninhabited and fertile That soon became home to innovative civilizations The Americas’ first mathematicians, astronomers, and writers It is the color of silky, sweet chocolate Used to mask the bold spice of the chile ancho Blended, with a few other ingredients The main dish for Sunday night family dinners. The color of skin kissed gently by the sun Soft and smooth, exuding warmth From the glowing flame that lives within And ignites a passion so intense and everlasting The color of the big, round eyes that stare back at you With a growing sense of curiosity and wonder In those eyes, lies a future that will later unfold A life of visions, struggles, triumph It is the color from which we rise The color of our ancestors and teachers The color of a traditional homemade dish The color of a being, powerful and determined It is the color from which we rise
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