My Ancestors Told Me

I will love you Regardless if you hate me because I'm not white I will love you Even if your nickname for me is Spic I will love you because I can't remember a time when putting my energy into HATING you has EVER brought me closer to happiness I will hug you Because there is no reason to fear skin darker than yours I will embrace you You don't have to wonder why my hair reaches for the sky like a tree and doesn't flow down like a river You can talk to me It's not my job to educate you but it is my job to care because I can't remember the last time I've seen someone help anothet up! Instead of looking the other way or pushing. them. down. You can love WITH me I love my culture and I will gladly open my arms to show you salsa, bomba, merengue, bachata and Sofrito I will not turn the other cheek Because you never gave my ancestors the free will to turn it You took and kept ON TAKING! I am not the immigrant YOU ARE I did not come here, you brought me here You are not american, the people you call Indians are You may have been born on this soil but your family tree grows elsewhere and on dirt you probably have never seen My ancestors told me to tell you That I love you and to show you the kindness you never showed them or us No matter what color you may be or where you come from We are still born from the same ancestors We are all humans I will love you because we are still family