My People

I am Mexican-American, I am one of you

I was born and raised here, like many of you too

My people are hard workers, and we stick together

When things get rough, we help one another

I was taught to keep my head held high

I was taught to not to lie

I was taught to respect and love

Not to bring crime, rape or drugs

No matter if you're gay, straight, disabled, or a different race

When someone gets hurt, we all feel the pain

Where has humanity gone? Where did it go?

Where is the love? I really must know

So, Donald Trump, I hope you brought your armor

Because, my friend, you're in for a war

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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