Jen Terrero Rivera Rincon Poet ABC

Mentira - Means the Lie

Who am I? Quien soy?
Quien soy? Who am I?
Black, brown, red, white
Those people-what people
Greasy people-lazy people
Loud people-esa gente those 
people, que jente, mi gente, 
What people, my people

Wilfredo's coming!
Viene Wilfredo!
Look Out for the mail
That time of the month
Mi cheque: dinero My check
My money to dance, drink and 
drug. Tiempo de olvidar
Time to forget

Kept in my place
Just no escape 
Jobs pay too little
Checks come too late
Estoy cansado ya!
I am so tired
Me voy a levantar 
I shall arise
Up off my booty
Up off my junk

Get out of my way!
Sal de mi camino!
Doors I will, con fuerza       
With strength force open
Voy a entrar por las puertas
I will enter in, I will walk 
through. Adelante! Oh alma
muerta onward oh dead soul
Adelante! Oh mente renovada
No duermas más! Sleep no 
more! I am. Yo soy! Yo vivi! 
I am. I live! Esclavitud no más! 
A slave no more
No longer a slave! 


From my book "The Big Apple 
Turns Brown When You slice It. 
2002 Authorhouse.com

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