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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 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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