BUT SHE WAS JUST A CHICANA
But she was just a Chicana
I am alone
My Chicana daughter is dead
I sought justice on her behalf
I presented to the white authorities
“Smoking gun” evidence
Against her white assassins
To investigate her homicide
and bring her murderers to justice
But she was just a Chicana
And her assassins are white
She was disposable
She was insignificant
She was Brown
No investigation required
I am alone
I cry to the Great Spirit
To bring her justice
But she was just a Chicana
of no value in a white world
No one cares
She's invisible
She was one of many
Who the white man discards
By the wayside after use
And he then conceals his crimes
With excuses, rationalizations, & justifications
For his endless stream of evils
I am alone
In my anguish and grief
In my rage and contempt
You stole her from me
And let her white killers go free
She was a daughter of La Raza
She was this white man’s daughter
Her bronze toned skin
Her long raven black hair
He almond eyes of dark complexion
She was beautiful by all measures
She only wanted to assimilate
into your fucked up white society
I warned her to stay away
From that wicked race of mine
She didn’t listen
And now you have murdered her
But she was just a Chicana
I pray to God to darken my skin
And remove all Caucasian traces
I am so ashamed of our white crimes
Our atrocities and thieveries
Our lies and deceptions
our hate and violence
our frauds and corruptions
our lust for power and control
our massacres & genocides
our dominations and oppressions
our exploitations and forced labor
Ya basta ahora!
My heart bleeds for my Amanda
I want to be with her
a daughter of Mexico & America
and a most beautiful child of God
But she was just a Chicana
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