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A Fist of Chicano Rage

Whose turn is it to take the stage, In a circus of a lost & somewhat forgotten race. Where our value in life has diminished, we are no longer a thriving culture living in The United States. A people who once held their heads high, and raised their fist together in rage for our rights. We have been Labeled like cans, like labeled bottles, grouped in & labeled as Latinos, not as proud Chicanos. I can’t act like I’m not offended and everything’s okay. I have to speak out, right now, here today. I must voice how I feel and make a statement, I need to be real in everything I say.. I must do it for my children, so they hear Dad voice his opinion, So someday they will do the same for their own children. I’m proud of who I am and as I stand here today. A Proud Chicano living in the United States I raise my fist in a Chicano Rage... David J. Caldera 01/03/08

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