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Sí, mamá, me deje
Insultar.
Why did you let them, mí paloma?
The comforting smell of
Black beans, of
Red-hot chilis, of sweat
And the thumping sound of my
Heart
Fills my brain, and I sigh.
Dignity is a commodity.
Yo siento la vergüenza.

They say that my mamá was a
Bad girl.
Her bare feet scratched over the
Spilled coffee grinds on the
Hard
Dirt
Floor, but she didn't sweep them up, did she?
Nag, nag, nag.
Se sonrien de nuestra miseria, su
Risa ironica llena mí cerebro.
Their jeering laughter angers me.

Latina.
Pig.
Vergüenza... shame.

I know my life won't be a
West Side Story, but, oh, mamá, the
Lagrimas
Just keep coming, with no azucar to
Sweeten them as they
Drip down into that mug of ice-cold
Coffee
You hold in your hands.

The same hands that stroked my
Long
Dark
Hair as I went to sleep last night...
Abajo de la luna...
The same hands that caressed the dry earth
Next morning, careworn, and
Scorched under the burning sun.

Castigo a la vergüenza.



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