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
Copyright © David Caldera | Year Posted 2008
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