El Indio

The color of my skin it doesn't mean a thing I am the same as you It doesn't matter the view. The way I talk sounds different The accent is of my Hispanic descent I don't pronounce the words like you But they have the same meaning too. My hair is a little longer than yours I think it's the Native blood for sure My high cheekbones give it away They call me "El Indio" and that's okay. My eyes are slightly slanted you see. It could be another trait from my family. Every time I see myself in the mirror I can now see my ancestors clearer. I embrace all types of races and tribes This is how we will learn to survive If we can just learn to love ourselves We would be able to love everyone else.

Eon

I love to write about my life, my family, and my Christian values. We struggled growing up but our parents always found a way to provide us with what we needed. We grew up laborers, working in the fields in Minnesota, Wisconsin, and Texas. My 8...

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