Pura
Born to the red, white and blue,
raised to the values of the eagle
on a cactus eating a snake. I stand between two
boarders expected to choose.
¿Porque?
Defined as a Chicana.
Not a gringa. Not a güera.
Not American. Not Mexican.
Both Mexican-American ¾Chicana.
Why divide lands that have made me
who I am. Why live at odds between an
olive branch and a serpent in the eagle’s clutch.
What does that mean
to be an American? a Mexican?
Countries both built by many¾
Spanish, English, Irish, French.
There are no pure bloods in these two worlds,
only settlers and immigrants fighting for the
right to live.
Chicana. Not one but two. Yes, Spanish speaking.
No, not illegal, not selling drugs, not taking jobs.
Just fighting for the right to live.
Defined as a Chicana.
Not a gringa. Not a güera.
Mexican-American.
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