Roses are red
Mexicans are brown
You will awake dead
If you put my name down
We are best
You should know that, just like the rest
Im mexican and im proud
Im a beaner and I say it loud
One thing that's a disgrace
Is that this world is based on race
Oh well its there loss
One day they'll know that im the boss
My path they dont want to cross
A mexican poet, thats my game
Im the beaner in front of the crowd screamin his name
So if you ever see me
You better believe me
You will not insult my race
Your blood i give you permission to taste
But whatever im out
I came, I saw, and I showed what im about
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Written August 22nd, 2006
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Frantic you r a very good poet. you speak your mind and i like that about your poems. Please keep writing i love to read your poems. -
Frantic hey I really dont want to put my poetry from my book on here.You keep up your good work mexican. Good Luck for future refrence.
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Frantic ~ You have a true voice...
Love,
Lane
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