The way their eyes look at
me,
uncertain of who I really am,
if there is onethat we can blame for our problems-
"el vendido", "milkweedhalfbreed"or just the one who
Educated ones advise me to use
maybe my lack of color
so that I can help thosethe race they mean,
they do down in Bessemer
"I want to use my brains and my
pride…" I tell them, but they
look at me as if I don't
know what pride is -
I don't know what respect for the
People is
because I've lived the "other" life
ChicanoOr turns your brown eyes blue
And it's my brown eyes and last
name that gives me away -
They politely ask,
"Oh, I didn't know that you were
Mexican, are you?"
Saying yes tells themthat they should be afraid of me after
Or gives them a right tohate me because of my skin color,
Saying no gives them a right to tell
Mexican jokes around me,
looking at me for their cue
to laugh at the poor white colored guy
who gets angered in Brown ways
The one who doesn't know
what IT is to keep it real -
It gives them the right to tell me
how worthless "Those" people
are
without referring to meThe one who is caught in between
people and their hang ups on color.©CopyrightJohn Chavez