A Latino Struggle

Crying for what is,
Screaming for what needs to be done.
Thinking of the next move I'll make,
I think I betta just run…
Run from the hate,
From the bias people like you,
To find a better lugar,
Where dreams actually come true.
Donde esta this place?
Is it where I belong?
For I need to know now,
Before I chose wrong.
Was my life worth it?
Or was it another test?
I don't want to live a life,
Where I'm like all the rest.
I want to change,
The way I live my life.
And there's only one way,
But it's with pain and sacrifice.
Me duele so much,
Lagrimas stream down my face.
It seems the world is living,
In a life long race!
A race for what?
Of wealth or power?
Lemme tell you,
I don't have much but I bet I feel prouder!
Our gente are rich of Love,
Which isn't bought or sold.
It's something so special,
That It'll NEVER grow old!
NEVER!

--Jamie (aka LaBrownPrincessa)

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