Everyday

Puerto Rican...

What's so hard to grasp?

When I say my name you gasp,

Yes, I am Hispanic.

You automatically think I know an automobile mechanic.

I have been accused of being an alien,

Though I am a citizen.

Maybe just maybe you may use your brain.

But all hope is in vain,

When I hear your comment.

I learn how to be content, 

With all my anger spent,

And how to vent,

That this is how it is.

My own kind of bliss.

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