¿Sabías que la gente llora por muchas cosas?
[Did you know that people cry for many things?]
Y esas lágrimas… What kind of garden will grow out of them?
[And those tears…]
The bountiful scarcity of understanding
produces a garden of despair
as growth comes either in a graceful burst or silent wail
that represents the rapport between two distinct peoples.
They scream for judgment
and fight for correct justice,
as they display their pride
as mighty, tall, and sane;
while the rest of us are forced
to watch the fall in pain.
How much longer must we wait
for something we simply ask for?
My skin–mi cultura [my culture]
it wonders why,
why color and a little bit of “hate”
separate us all
by a matter of state.
It wants to hide,
it wants to hate,
but I will love,
and I will wait.
We gave color the power to separate us
as we nourish the seeds of division
thinking it natural.
But those weren’t fruit we were growing,
it was weeds we were sowing.
So let’s try again–
Let’s rebuild the garden,
and show them
that we are American.
are a part of us.