Brown Like Me

Everybody was brown like me
but everybody ran away

my barrio
didn't recognize me

I hurried nowhere
with my ocho patas

I bought tacos de barbacoa on Sunday
just like you

I went to the same
Westside bakery just like you

bought my conchas
and my empanadas

but nobody accepted me
because of my ocho patas

everybody was brown like me
but they couldn't treat me like one of them

as I dragged my ocho patas
from one side of San Antonio to the other