As if we have invaded your land,you resent us being here.
As if it weren’t originally planned,
you resist our being here.
As if the tears and the sacrifices weren’t already difficult enough,
you reject us being here.
As if all of us had a choice, some of us brought here for a “better life;” others forced out of our countries only to continue to live in a fight.
You hate us being here.
You hate seeing us “invade.”
You hate seeing us progress.
Though it was you that invaded
though it was you that brought us
in chained hands; making it seem like the life of a slave was the best we could have.
And now that our fight has let us out of your homes, you begrudge us for being in the land that belongs to us all.
You stand with guns and wait,
to pin us against the wall.
Belittling us for having dreams, frowning on us for the desire to progress and be free.
Thinking that this will stop us from succeeding in the land that’s always been ours.
Hear my words and listen closely…
you once put us in camps, lives were lost yet we still made it back.
You once put us in chains, only to violate and mistreat us, lives were lost yet we now walk with freedom and got our rights back.
You once worked us in farms treating us like garbage, lives were lost yet a big march came along and resistance got us fair pay and our rights back.
We know you are scared, for it shows through your eyes.
There’s so many of us and so little of you, and you’re afraid we will take back what our founding fathers once ruled.
You’re guarding the ladder so we stay at the bottom, but since it doesn’t seem to be working you define us as rapists and criminals like we’re the problem.
You hope that with manipulation and fear the rest will turn against us and your land will be solemn.
I think you forgot that these are our people, united we stand and united we will defeat you.
So go ahead and envy us because of our gender or the color of our skin, that no longer means anything.
Make fun of my accent because “I no good mi english”, call me a criminal because I MUST be a drug dealer; yet Mi gente is rising, populating, and graduating from College.
Go ahead and warn to send us back, you will never succeed.
Go ahead and build your wall, and you’ll soon regret you did.
We are the ones who build “The Land of the Free.”