Poem: Being Latino (The generation gap of Mexican Americans)by Dee Dee Garcia Blase on Apr. 03, 2012, under Joaquin Luna DREAM Act
Below is a poem written by Michael Masters called Being Latino, and he wrote it because of the generation gap we experience as Mexican Americans. The Mexico Michael grew up in was something completely different compared to what his brother experienced. Michael was raised on the border of Texas and Mexico while his brother was raised in Dallas, TX.
According to Michael his brother obtains knowledge about Mexico from TV tying Mexico to drug wars, poverty, and danger. This became evident one night when Michael posted on his facebook wall making a comment of his wishes to go to Mexico for inspiration.
His 13 year old brother commented: “For inspiration or for drugs?”
Michael replied with: “For inspiration… not to throw my life away.”
Michael’s brother replied with: “OH, because the Mexico I know has no inspiration…..”
Michael couldn’t sleep that night, so he was inspired to write the below poem to his brother.
Michael wishes to share this poem with my audience. I do find value in it. He wrote it in consideration of “Yo Soy Joaquin” but considers his poem more modern and understandable for today.
Michael’s heart is also with the family of the Joaquin Luna family….the DREAM Act student who took his life in Texas because he felt he had no hope. Joaquin Luna’s memory will not be forgotten, nor will his death be in vain.
By Michael Masters
Here I lay sleepless at night
Wishing you had the insight
It’s sad to say you haven’t seen the day
The beauty, the love, the inspiration
You only know drugs and deprivation
You only see pain and lack of sanitation
But I’m here to remove you from your aberration
I only wish I could show
How much it hurts me to know
That maybe it’s not your fault
You see drugs, corruption and violence
But take my hand, heed these words, and take my guidance
Trust me, there’s another world out there
One you have yet to notice
One you have yet to explore
I only hope you find the time to appreciate it
Appreciate it till it hurts, till it pains you
To think any different
This is my culture, and these are my people
My people, the innovators of education
The first to make it mandatory throughout the nation
My people, even invented your favorite candy
The first to develop gum and fill your world with chocolate
My people, developers of astronomy,
The first to look beyond the trees
My people, mathematician extraordinaires
The spiritual rituals celebrating gifts as simple as airs
My people, developers of the calendar we use today
You see, there are many things you haven’t seen, and we’re not even halfway
Have you ever felt the warm breeze brisk your face?
Or the welcoming strangers, as if you’re never out of place?
Ever eaten tacos, real tacos, con a cilantro y cebolla covered?
Ever had that delicious taste be met with heartfelt shutter?
Have you ever seen the cities covered in mural paintings?
And then understand that it’s more than just entertaining?
Mijo, the one calling that can take you home anytime
The only thing that can get us through the roughest of times
Have you brushed up against the dirt floors?
Only to realize that you really need nothing more?
Monetary attainment never sustained my people
And so I say to you
What do you value?
Passion, the only thing that ever allowed for survival
And here, my people struggle for strength
Their hearts are growing weary
Don’t let the greed reach your soul
Remember as we were when we were whole
Let that pride, let that passion burn deep
Now that you know, I hope it’s something you wish to keep