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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 © | Year Posted 2007




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