that all of my Hopes and Dreams have no Home
or Exile, my People unlawful,
my Progeny cursed without Justice, born
to be Losers, unwanted, Defiled....
If you say to me my History never
occurred, Cuauhtemoc was Burned with no Fire,
Amallinalli did not speak all her
Languages, that those Buffalo Soldiers
have nothing in Common with us Greasers...
If you say to me my Sonnets are False.
Yes, they know the Rote Rules of Iambics,
but only by Coming in the Back Door
did they Rhyme, I say you are out of Line.