You look at me and ask yourself <br />Who am I? <br />What am I? <br />What have I to do? <br />I`m a Latina, nada mas, nothing more <br />Why do I have to pay for my father crossing that border, <br />For my father proving your race, <br />That he didn`t need your language, <br />He didn`t need your education <br />Nor did he need your approval <br />To be what he is today. <br />You look at my father <br />You think, <br />My America is full of these wetbacks <br />Who made your America <br />what it is now, <br />Full of immigrants <br />Full of ignorance <br />Full of foreigners <br />Who will never be white <br />Yet you forget that once America put up such a fight <br />With these non-whites, <br />Theses foreigners <br />These folks full of color, <br />And who do you think won? <br />Look around you. <br />What do you see, <br />Nothing but minorities all around <br />All about <br />Be careful for soon you will be slapped in the face when you see that you are now working for these foreigners....<br /><br />Arely Corral<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/foreigners/
