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All American Eagle

"We don't speak Spanish here, speak English This is America” Unbelieving brown eyes Turned, toward that face Unbelieving that that this person Had a right, to open his mouth And utter death Towards my culture Furious, brown glory, pride, spitting And I set, my eagle, my ALL AMERICAN Eagle, gold and magnificent, unleashed This is the land of the "free" So free your head from your rear Before you ever tell me not to speak Spanish here ¿Usted tiene razon, porque todo suena más bonito en español, no? Your jealous because my skin Is pigmented gold, and it shines like the gold in your banks But this, this is my own “this is not your land” How dare you say that this land belongs to you The world belongs to nobody but if you want to play that game My people have breathed this air for centuries This land, these riches This is MINE Go ahead and hide behind Manifest Destiny's and "God Granted Rights", This Sonoran desert, with its desert flowers Blooming in the night This is mine Passionate, hot, sultry Makes my blood boil from all inequalities Like when they hand my people a broom And tell them to start sweeping Since they have no other options NO This Passion comes from centuries of injustice I refuse to let this happen, anymore! Not to me, not to my children, or my children’s children My people have broken themselves over this wrong for too long As for the next person Who decides to try and step on my Pride It’s never broken, so stop trying. Furious, brown glory, pride, spitting And I set, my eagle, my ALL AMERICAN Spanish Speaking Eagle, gold and magnificent, unleashed

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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