I hope I’m not just a poem… running away at the mouth.
For a chance just to be me… a chance to be free from the south.
I was under the oppression impression this was a colorless society…
I’m sorry I didn’t see…didn’t see your boundaries.
I came for a chance just to be me… and I’m down on my knees for you to see my abilities.
So wait a minute man… or can’t you see?
I said wait a minuteman you’re trampling on my civil liberties.
Just wait a minute man I’m just really thirsty … for a chance to work and for some opportunity.
Wait a minute man it’s you who has crossed the line.
It’s NAFTA and the greedy dollar signs.
They say, “My wife is sick and my children starve.” “I’ll work for less with you in charge.”
I have to say something it’s all too clear…
I share the same face as them…like looking in a mirror.
So can you just wait a minute man … even those that were born here … you are tearing us up –filling us with fear.
Who will make your bed? It’s the devil’s voice you hear inside your head.
They wish they could just work for you and clean your house instead.
In the hot sun
Long days in the dirt- Don’t worry I will really work.
Hoe in my hand or happy to pick the food you ate … to put some on my family’s plate.
Don’t worry with all the inequalities…. America’s still not a true democracy.
My family hurts…and they starve, what about you?
I fear I won’t make ends meat … I worry about the wall…can I climb it-will you push me- and will I
fall?
So wait a minuteman… what a hike it’s been. It’s a long way to travel just to be in the dirt again.
So many say and I just can’t see…but they come here thinking this was the land of opportunity.
Crossing graves of dirt…many dying of thirst. Just for a chance to clean your house, and pick food in the dirt.
I will smile in your face…I won’t be bitter I won’t hold your bad taste. I will bow down I won’t even hold face.
Hungry is my people … my family. Wouldn’t you do the same? I don’t want to put them to death so,
I cross the desert in the burning sun to feed them one by one.
Because I don’t want their lives to end. Don’t you care? Can’t we be friends?
Yet I cross, not knowing if I’ll ever see them again… I’ll wait …
Sir, I’ll show up on time and answer your whose and your whens.
Why are you fearful? Why are you hurt? Is it my dark skin? My accent my r’s and my n’s.
Don’t forget I work in the scorching sun. Or are you worried that it could just be a tan?
Am I just the spic, the kike, the nigger to you? Beneath it all I thought we were all just the same.
So just wait a minuteman… before you tie my hands.
I want to meet that lady….the lady that stands.
Or is feminism dead raped and forgotten?
What happen to the lady that gave your parents that option-
To be free and to stand for your liberty?
What a wait it’s been…. just to see it all end. A long road here just to see that freedom isn’t free, it has an end.
I want to be free from your rules that “identify me”…I want to be free from you and and your patriarchy.
So please if you can… just wait a minute man.
Important dates :
North American Free Trade Agreement January 1, 1994 and US –Mexico War
Mexico ultimately lost the war because of the ruthless application of superior firepower against both military and civilian targets by U.S. Army and Navy forces. It began as a war of attrition that American field commanders were willing to escalate into a war of annihilation. Hostilities officially ceased in late October of 1847, and the Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, signed on February 2, 1848, formally ended the conflict. The U.S. War on Mexico secured Texas as part of the southern empire of slavery and took another 1,370,154 square kilometers (529,017 square miles) of land, nearly half of the original territory of Mexico, as spoils of war. Including the land of the Spanish cession and the annexation of Texas, by 1848 the U.S. had expropriated a total of 2,567,111 square kilometers (almost one million square miles) of land from its southern neighbors.
