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"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

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