Hate: De aqui y de alla

"I'm Hispanic."

"Oh really, where are you from?"

"I was born in the California, but my family is from Guatemala.'"

.....

"Oh, I'm from ****. I was born and raised there. I am a Latina."

This is the way it always goes for those that live on the expectation of being too much and not being enough. Those that are lost between the lines of am I or am I not. This poem is for those that suffer from what I like to call: de aqui y de alla.

-Hate: Ni de Aqui, Ni de Alla-

Your mom is a wetback, but still

let me hit that. Go back to Mexico,

we don’t want you here, but wait,

work my farms. Become enslaved here.

“I hate Mexicans because they’re

criminals” But your people “white” is

what they buy. White is what they inhale,

what they breath, what they fein.

“You bring disaster to our country lands”

-they belong to us. Bow down, all of

you to our guns. No, you cannot be a

part of something from you we stole.

“Wait, we must have more!”

To all the Dreamers and their children,

know you belong here. A la madre con

Trump. You are glory. You are love.

Sigue pa delante.

To those like me who are too Hispanic

for America, know you are life. To those

who talk down on us, please take a hike.

This here is our time, the Strike!

The hate is everywhere. I am not

sorry my skin isn’t fucken pale.

Porque en el future todo los gueros

skin se ase feo como el corazon por

dentro.

To those of you que tienen el

pinche nopal en la frente y no

hablan espanol it’s okay, tu

tambien eses Latino cabron!

To those who are too Hispanic for

America, pero too American for

your Latino Familia, let me tell you,

you belong. Both sides expect the

most when all they do is create

identity holes.

I’m too much of this for them,

but not enough of that for the

rest, but I, you, We, are the best.

Porque nosotros temenos una

ventaja, la oportunidad de ser

pura madre. Lo que se nos pegue

la gana. Somos los lideres de manana.

Me dicen en Latino America que yo

no cuento como Latina porque soy

Americana. Pero, no me aquito guey,

porque nosotros no somos menos porque

somos de aqui y de alla. No hay peros.

Let me make something clear, hate stems

from all wats of life. Me dicen, “eres

Americana? You speeke Spaneesh?”

They say, “your skin is too dark to be

enough for our society, that is why

cops killing you is our priority.”

Hate makes us think we cannot be

good enough here or there.

Between boarders our Ancestors glare.

Hate is a thing that is crystal clear like

the dope you white people don’t buy,

so you swear.

Hate lumps us together. We are NOT

all this or that. We are Mexicans,

Guatemalans, Salvadorians, Colombians,

Chilenos, y mucho mas. Hate is what makes

our cultures in the rivers run.

Away from us they go because being

an American means assimilating and

being an American in Latino America

means being too white for your

roots. Tell me please, are you with

evil in cahoots?

Oops, pero wait, let me get back

to the basics. Let this be a lesson.

The hate YOU give us bleeds onto

others. Para mi ser Negra es

espectacular. Para ti es la muerte.

Pero wait, sabes que? Be afraid of

my skin, my language, my culture.

My rein on you. Be afraid because

your true colors are not new. Your

power will die soon. Hear the wolves

on new moon.

Pero wait! To those of your who

struggle with – ni de aqui, ni de alla

remember you’re double the

God and Goddess. Both worlds

you are allowed to chase.

Both worlds you cannot escape!