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San Antonio


Away from California, the land that I knew

Into the heart of Texas, with a culture that was new

The city was humid, which made me feel the heat

That was nothing compared to the peppers I would soon eat

 

We went to a parade called Fiesta Flambeau

I bought from a food truck and said “Now that’s a Taco!”

It was strange, people were speaking spanish perfectly

All I was good at was wondering around uselessly

 

School was out; my head was still spinning like vinyl

I thought Fiesta was the big party, until the Spurs won the NBA Finals

The parade was as diverse as the team, I give them credit

Players from Argentina, France, you name it

 

Christmas came around, and the family got together

This was no ordinary holiday, it would be better

We could’ve had suburban west coast food like always

But no, this time around we had infinite tamales

 

In a city with a majority hispanic population throughout

And a family with that same description

Knowledge of hispanic culture and tradition

Shows me that culture is something I can't live without

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