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Look at Me


Look at me and what do you see?
 
My mother was born in Mexico, baby immigrant naturalized at 18
 
But my father was a little American, split between a Mexican and Puerto Rican heritage
 
So what does that make me?
 
I believe the technical term is mutt, an impure disproportioned mix of cultures
 
But looking at me that’s not what they see
 
(Does she look like her ethnicity?) 
 
This pale complexion says no just my stature says yes as I butcher the language of my people, past, 
 
present and future 
 
I think Selena’s Dad put it best…
 
You see it’s hard to be a Mexican American, we gottta be more Mexican than the Mexicans and more 
 
American than the Americans all at the same time- it’s exhausting.
 
A split life is a vida loca this mujer won’t live
 
A third generation I fight hard to keep my culture I refuse to lose or reject it the way so many do and hell 
 
I’ve never been a fan of coconuts anyways
 
Now let me break that down for you here, a coconut is a brown on the outside white on the inside living 
 
in denial type child 
 
A hot pepper cooling itself down for the sake of the sweet ones,
 
But Fluent is the flame under my tortillas telling me how I can’t be anything less than Latina. 
 
I look white some say but is there a white when every Irish, Polish, German, Ukrainian has roots across 
 
an ocean while my mother country sits right next door
 
I’m a Latina but don’t call me chica like you know me cuz I’m the proud card carrying member of a spicy 
 
personality and 
 
I will not stand for what you say I am, whether it’s brown or white or any color in-between
 
 Even after the day I die and a padre nuestro is said, I know I still will be a mexirican in the end 
 
Look at me and what do you see?
 
My mother was born in Mexico, baby immigrant naturalized at 18
 
But my father was a little American, split between a Mexican and Puerto Rican heritage
 
So what does that make me?
 
I am exactly what you see.
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