I can not help it,I am Mexican.
Mexican in my blood,
my anger,
my crying, my cursing,
my mouth, my dancing and my passions.
Mexican in a way I want
everything spicy,
everything intense,
everything colorful and
full of life.
Even my thoughts in English
have an accent,
I laugh,
not hahaha or lol,
I laugh
JAJAJA,
like a real laugh with all my teeth.
I am so Mexican
that there is no way I can betray
the Catholic in me, the earthy feeling in me,
the chinga a tu madre in me.
I am so happy I realized
there is no one else I rather be.
