Culture Crisis
Growing up
I barely even spoke English
Growing up
I felt as if there was something unfinished
Growing up
I got weird stares from people
and was treated as unequal
Grown up
I'm proud to be the daughter of two Mexican immigrants
I am not ashamed and I ignore other's ignorance
Grown up
I have shifted from being labeled and stereotyped
to being appreciated and acknowledged
Thankful for the transition I made
My pride in my Mexican culture identity will never fade
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