Note: Poet Warriors write with truth and purpose; this poem contains strong language, graphic details…
who cares
I was born in the U.S.
But who cares!
I feel Mexican and that’s what really matters
My mom cooking enchiladas
Every Sunday
I eat bean burritos with cheese and bit of Valentina
Every Christmas eating tamales rojoes pero no verdes
Does this mean I am Mexican?
I feel Mexican and that’s what matters.
I hear novelas inSpanish every night from my
Parents room
In a party
I hear Mexican music
When I go to restaurants, I could hear Spanish
Everywhere
Does this mean I am
Mexican?
I feel Mexican
And that’s what matters
In the air, tortillas in air fill me
With joy
Carne asada passes the door, the hallway, to my room
The Mexican blood making a red carpet stenches Chihuahua
Does this mean I am Mexican?
I feel Mexican and that’s what matters
Cause you know what?
It’s true
My family from chuhuahua is Mexican
I feel very very extremely Mexican
Cause I am
Mexican
-Ada Torres