Escribi este poema
en ingles
para que estos ignorantes entiendan:
These ignorant individuals think I don’t understand the cost of freedom.
They think they know my story.
They think they know me
better than I know myself.
Like I didn’t live in hiding
for seventeen years.
Like McDonald’s wasn’t a luxury.
Like I didn’t lose family,
friends,
and fairytale lies.
Like I didn’t lose my Spanish-
sylaba por sylaba.
I learned race before I learned English.
I tasted dirt,
before I tasted a steak.
You want to know
what the price of freedom is?
Fifteen thousand dollars
plus tax.
for two fucking green cards.
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