Burnt Sugar
Jose does the work that the homeless wouldn’t
Yet they blame him for stealing their opportunities
When they wouldn’t even dream of taking opportunities
When they had millions of chances to
Pancho dreams Big
Bigger than the Rich White Boys with Everything
Because the White Boy already has what Pancho wants
And doesn’t realize how good it is until Pancho has it
Fickle, fickle Man
These people expect us to Work Hard so they can Play Easy
But once we rise up, it’s snapped shut, treasures, equality
They end up taking it all away just to complain about how bad they have it
Why is it that I’m working a crappy job for minimum wage
But Sally gets an internship right away, same grades, same teachers,
Except I go to a minority dominated intercity school while she lives in the Foothills
But Sally has Pretty Blue Eyes and Long Blonde Hair, "All American Beauty"
Look at my skin, THIS is Beautiful, to me
Golden Yellow Brown Caramel
They call it Burnt Sugar, but I call it Perfect
Asiática Vietnamita Chicana Chica Fresa Señorita
Multi-racial Mutt and I don't give a Damn
Dark hair, dark eyes, the darkest kind of electric fury
I’m American too, Damnit
Do you have the audacity to say that color makes a difference?
Discriminate me again, I dare
You! come on, come ON
Keep on pretending like your giving me a chance with Affirmative Action
Well Affirm this
I don't want your pity, or redemption
I want EQUALITY, once and for all
Not a cheap imiation of it
What the Hell are you Afraid of?!
Discriminate against me again
And I’ll show you what being American is all about
Come On, DAMNIT!
I'll bring it H A R D, with everything I have
I want to show racist America what I got
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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