Not Mexican Enough
Where to fit in when you are Mexican American
I carry Mexican blood yet I live in America.
When is it okay to say “Viva La Mexico”, am I not to be proud of who I am ?
Ashamedly I hold back from being as patriotic as I could. Not because I do not like where I am from, but because I don't feel as if I am worthy to represent that place .
My father was born in Mexico yet I was born here for a better life and opportunities.
My predominantly white school will label me “ghetto” for wearing hoops and Jordans. Yet that same trend for them is fashion.
My cousins from Mexico say I, “talk funny” and “try to act like im white”.
It is not always the best of both worlds.
Having to adapt to be a different persona to fit in is just fake.
Truthfully, I don't know who to be, Chicana
“Better life and opportunities” yet,
I am to white for the Mexicans and to Mexican for the white.
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