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Latina
by
Taste (ME)
Walking down the street
They look at me
and turn their cheeks
They don't know who I be
Honey color brown skin
Nappy roots
Dark eyes
Full lips
Thick thighs
Do I speak another language?
They'll never know
Strong
Independent
and
Assertive
See y'all
What they don't understand
I refuse to be laid
On my back on command
Stay at home
Cooking
Cleaning
Washing
Folding
and
Ironing clothes
I refuse to be told
No, you can't do
As you please
And speak free
There is no waiting
At home to be told
What to do next
Intellegent
Educated
Witty
and
Sassy
is who I be
They just don't know
I'm a Latina
From the New World