Me
Mexicans.
It’s a word said with disgrace by many.
Frowned upon.
They are drug dealers.
They are boarder jumpers.
They are dirty.
Labels used to tell the untruthful story of a beautiful race.
The real story needs to be told.
Mexicans.
They are hard workers.
They are intelligent.
They are family oriented.
My people.
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