Just look at me . . .
I'm a Mexican,
Taco eating,
Fast-talking,
Dark skinned looking,
Spoiled acting,
Wrangler wearing,
Long hair cutting,
Spanish as a 1st language speaking,
Cumbia dancing,
Crossed the border running,
River swimming,
Knowledge searching . . .
Minority.

Now look at me . . .
You see what you see, because you want to see.

I scream,
I pound,
I cry,
I yell,

You see,
You laugh,
You turn,
You bail.
Just look at me . . .
I hate that I'm small,
I'd rather be tall, so that all you can do is,
Just look at me.

Just look . . .
Look inside.
I hate that
You look,
You see,
You talk,
You smile.
I stare,
I glare,
I run a mile.

You say my eyes roll back?
My finger snaps?
My head rolls?
And my eyes are cold?

You say that when I'm vicious
I scream and pout? All awhile my fingers out?!

I'm mean and I'm ugly, I'm spoiled and stubborn, but what do you know?

You haven't looked at me!

. . . and then the anger burst out, and I finally come out.

OH! NOW . . . look at me . . .

Now you see, now you see all I can be,

But don't worry it's not too late.

WHY?

Cause I don't discriminate.