Mi Esposo Es Mexicano
To my surprise, I can still be stunned
when I am treated badly by those who do not like
the fact that my husband es Mexicano.
The depth of their hatred still stops me cold in my tracks
sometimes. Their hate is so strong I can feel it, such
hate without reason devoid of facts.
Do they suppose I married to hurt and taunt them?
Did I marry to change myself into something else?
Is that why they treat me badly, being Black with
a Mexican husband?
Mi esposo es Mexicano e yo soy Negra
Why do they care if my husband is Mexican and I am Black?
Nuestros ninos son mesclados bien bonitos.
Know this, we did not marry for you. We married for the love
we have for each other.
We stay married because of the love and respect
we have for one another.
No matter what they say, how they hate, we will love one another.
By: Claudia Rodriguez - December 2005
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