Esfuerzo
Todo por 15 centavos
Everything for 15 cents
The labour of my hands
The sweat that beads down my forehand
That connect with the chopping of plants and extracting from their roots
Por mis hijos y su futuro me esfuerzo
For my kids and their future, I strive
As the sounds of yelling blares through the winds
I need to help my kids
To place food in their mouths
The thought connects to my hand as I chop the fruit
And extract it from its root, over and over
Until the sun has accomplished its desires with me
And left me with pain tha rides up my back and through my neck
Let me show you the lineage that runs in my family
How i had to escape mi tierra, mi casa
Bonita
As all the ripped through the air was violence
Girls that got raped day after day
Mothers mourning day after day
Now I work to create a better future day after day
The sun beats down on my forhead
Like cascades that flow over cliffs
The pain as having a gun pointed at you
Mi casa, mi tierra was now America
Where I was promised to work for peace
Why do you see evil in me
That you see a reflection of those who forced us out
I am human too
I am not a rapist, or a drug dealer
Soy una personna
Even when others don’t see that
So, Presidente Trump
Why want to push us out and return us to the source of pain
Your wall is protection for you but a death sentence for us
Oye nuestras voces, oye mi historia
Copyright © Margaret Paige | Year Posted 2022
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