I am from those

people called aliens and wetbacks,

who are human but people say they’re “from outer space.”

Who cross water and dirt for the freedom

I am from Paisa who works for the rich

cleaning their Beverly Hills homes,

and Paisano who gets a

beer for “a hard day’s of work.”

I am from no education but knowledge to life.

I am from a parent that people assume is an illegal immigrant

They don’t know to me, she is my mom.

I am from the lost Aztec that

runs through my veins

to the roses that  once my ancestors held.  

I am from the people that

people say “Viva!!”,

and sonidos so loud and coca mexicana

I am from people that sing

Las Mañanitas

I am from Bautismo, from the Catholic Church and Sundays,

 to pray and strengthen my mother’s heart

I am from a birth place that you

call Angels and Demons,

where there were supposed to be angels

but now they’re lost to guns, gangs and violence.

I am from the four seasons just like Mother Earth

From the big aspen tree, to the beautiful fallen leaves

 That gently runs down the stream

 before it takes its last fresh breath of air.

I am from the 50 stars that shine bright,

the people who see the Lady with fire,

and to the eagle on earth

who claimed the snake with his sharp talons.

I am from these people who once existed,

who walked on planet Earth

and claimed it as their home.