Excuse me, Miss—
I couldn’t help but overhear
Your arbitrary commentary
About Hispanic girls and
Teen pregnancy.
You said that the culture
Feeds breeding
Through the imagery of
The Madonna
And the Prostitute.
I felt like a drowning victim.
Helpless: So helpless.
Grasping for something to hold on to;
Knowing that I may perish
In this maelstrom of words.
Mind screaming,
Overwhelmed.
Do I fight against the current
Of your ignorance?
Do I let it stand?
My mouth opens.
I speak simple words
To politely inform you
Of my proud heritage and my
Teen mom status.
No doubt,
Feeding into your stereotype.
When you failed to apologize,
I let it slide.
And as you walked away
Those words left unspoken
Screamed their fury
Along the corridors of my mind.
I am Latina!
Or “White Hispanic” if you must dispute
My complexion.
No, I was not raised in “the culture,”
But the blood runs deep
And roots don’t lie.
I am mother to a child
Conceived on a basement couch
At seventeen.
And no, it was NOT an accident…
But it became she
And she is beautiful.
Dark honey curls and
Shrill laughter.
My “happily ever after”.
And I am so tired of the
Mainstream banter
That tells me
How to see myself.
How dare you generalize,
Marginalize,
And despise
Other women?
Between our hips lies
The cradle of civilization.
Black, White, Brown, Yellow
Or any shade in between;
We are the keepers of life
And dreams.
So how dare you spill your hate?!!
And how dare I
Let you walk away…?
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I am posting this because the racist comments that triggered this poem came out of the mouth of a future teacher. God help us and our children.