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.
This poem is about:
Me
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