No Speak Americano

It doesn’t matter if you are guero, negro, or brown. I do not care if I live in a different pais. You and me, we are not that different. We both have been pushed out of the group for the tongue we speak. We both bleed crimson red, we both give that last breath in face of death. So why do we fight? Why don’t we try to understand each other? Talk to me brother and sister, tell me your woes, and I will share mine. Educate me on what I do not know, and I will also teach you something different. Do not let those who oppress us pull us apart. Lets stand together to form a strong band of equality. Let those who judge us for our tongue, our color, and our culture, pull their own people apart. While we stand watching, together. We will watch while hate consumes them.

In unison, we will show them how strong we are from them.

Brother and sister, I can’t see you nor touch you, but feel me. Feel my love for you burn bright and deep. I know there are many of our own people out there, who will judge us for loving who we are. For embracing it. Let them speak, but don’t let them be heard.

Love will one day fill each and everyone of our people. We will grow and spread our love like wildfire.