Chicano Poet

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

The Mexican

Mexico is an open wound
festering in the sun

Mexico is a beautiful woman
wandering lost and bound

Mexico is a muchacho
who never becomes a man

Mexico is ancient and new
and always getting old

Mexico is going nowhere pronto
at the speed of light

but I can’t get it out of my heart
I can’t get it out of my heart

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