The Latinos

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The Latinos

I remember how he helped me forge my dreams

Childhood fantasy of how it’s supposed to be

Drivin faster cars holdin down a job

To afford the weekend flights to the boulevard

He was the Latino

He was the Latino

As I grew old enough to see my fathers world

Images of success and financial means

I can’t forget who ran his shops and factories

Sweaty hands and faced working to feed

Their families

He was the Latino

He was the Latino

Our childhood friends Arturo and Consueld

said we had it made because we were white

Always together wherever my sister and

I would go

I just wasn't smart enough to see that

they were right

He was the Latino

He was the Latino

Then to college, a protected middle

class world

But there were no Latinos there to

study the proper words

The only lessons learned shattered by

Defeat

The words found their way to the

Project walls

and the war waged in their streets

He was the Latino

He was the Latino

They are the Latinos.........They are the Latinos.........

By Rick Saxton