Judge Me
People judge me for my boricua skin
Over looking the beauty with in.
Oh, it may hurt, it surely can
But the sky is the limit, That I understand.
A female Latina that’s what they see
Failure and disaster thy hope I be
Little do they know, the determination in me
It will mold me, until I succeed.
Does my finesse bother you?
Do my dreams interfere with what you do?
To each it’s own, is what I say defend you?
The sky’s the limit that’s what I say.
Boricua pride is my thrive
You can see it in my beautiful brown eyes.
I know I can and you should too
The limit for me and you.
You may hate me,
But the sky’s the limit
You may judge me,
But the sky’s the limit
You will always have discrimination,
But the sky is MY limit.
poem by Alexsandra Quinones
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