With out a beret my
lyrics will let
I walk through the streets of Havana
And I'm a let
The infer red soak
Am I a victim of an infinite joke?
The reversal of the mirrors and smoke
I love the place that I live, but I hate the people in charge
Who's to say we aren't getting stronger?
Who's to say I can't live without you?
Who are they anyway? Anyway they don't know
My home is here, America!

no one else

Why are there pieces of love that dont belong
Nations droppin bombs
Chemical gasses fillin lungs of little ones
Instead of spreading love we're spreading animisty
Lack of understanding, leading away from unity
No one else, no one else
Can speak the words on your lips
And a life no one can reach

You believed I loyalty
But if you only have love for your own race
Then you only leave space to discriminate
Whatever happened to the fairness in equality
Everyone that you’ve known in the safety of your home
And now you would be known by no name except deportee
Going into a strange world of our opportunity
Where billions are spent on bombs creating death showers
The bottom line is money nobody gives a fuck
Whatever happened to the values of humanity…?

My Home Is Here, America

My home is here, America,
My Promised Land, my Yisrael.
What God gave to my ancestors,
He now gives equally to all.
Yet if you call us will be deportee,
And all they will call you will be deportee.
Who are all these friends, all scattered liked dry leaves,
It’s me but also you.

You won’t have a name when you ride the big airplane.
But I ride the plane with a name.
My Promised Land, my Yisrael,
Is homeland to the human race.
He now gives equally to allA holy land, a sacred place;
Now you too are riding the airplane with name.

We’ve been pulling out the nails that had up
For our own-not others, even not thy brother.
Not respectin’ each other, deny thy brother
A war goin’ on but the reason’s undercover
Is homeland to the human race,
The world's long longed-for world-to-be,
A holy land, a sacred place,
Where all alike are safe and free.
Now for others, for thy brother, I pull out the nails.

The world's long longed-for world-to-be,
What God gave to my ancestors,Where all alike are safe and free:
My home is here, America!
Where’s the truth, y’all come on I don’t know,
Where’s the love, y’all.
No more wandering, finally home, my home- America.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE WORLD?

Heckle a nation
Like Fidel from seditious
I'm living America with infidels and their riches
Witches
A wizard or a witches
Even if their just lizards their still bitches
Mind switches
From topic to topic
I remember hoe I'd smile
Listening to my little ones,
Understanding every word they'd say,
Their jokes, their songs, their plots
I say to them, "No one else can feel it for you
Only you can let it in"
They would ask, "What's wrong with the world, mama?"
It's like people livin' like they ain't got no mamas
I think the whole world addicted to drama
Only attracted to things that'll bring you trauma

Collage of Amercin Sorrow

upgrade Martin Luther
release your inhibitions
we've got a long way to go
feel the rain...
when the snow hit the aspalt, cold looks and bad talk come.

I stand by the stove... alone.
embarrassed at the laughter of my children,
the grocer, the mailman, sometimes i take
my english book and
lock myself in the bathroom.
feel[ing] dumd!

We've got a long way to go
in the broken mirror of this country.
its beyond your skin

upgrade computer!

The crickets of the fractured morning
In a place we once knew
With the people we love

My oldest say,
“Mama he doesn’t want you to be smarter that him”
But why? Aren’t we in the land of free?
I’m forty embarrassed mispronouncing words

Is learning English such a bad thing?
We are the angry and the desperate
With a second generation that doesn’t understand
my Spanish any more

The generation that doesn’t want home food and only thing of McDonalds
The generation that is embarrassed of their own roots
but what happen? What happen to the place I once knew?
What happen to the place I once call home?

Open a Window

In this place
We speak with feeling
To stanch the human flow
Minutemen, the blasts of openly xenophobic
Drench yourself in words unspoken
To the people and places I can't see again
I will open a window
Live your life with arms wide open

THE HUNGRY AND THE COLD
IS HOMELAND TO THE HUMAN RACE
MY HEART

A BATTLEGROUND
HIDDEN AWAY
WISH IT COULD BE DIFFERENT
YOU CAN BUY YOUR HAIR IF IT WON’T GROW
YOU CAN FIX YOUR NOSE IF HE SAYS SO
I AM SORRY THAT THINGS ARE NOT DIFFERENT
THIS DISEASE A FORCE IN THE WORLD
THOSE WITH THEIR SELF-IMPORTANCE
NOT KNOWING THAT FROM THE SUN
YOU CANNOT SEE HUMAN EYES
AND OUR BREATH HAS A LIMITED VISA
THE SICKNESS OF GREED

Still Below the Surface

I'm just beginning, the pen's in my hand ending unplanned

I break tradition, sometimes my tries are outside the lines

My Spanish isn't good enough

We've been conditioned to make mistakes, but I cant live that way

Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards

What good are eyes that fail one in a garden

What good are the ears that only hear songs of static

We have not to raise up from among them

-Stephanie Dorsey

Good Fruit

I was only nine years old
when I last saw my mother's face
her body never found
not a single trace
I bought a book to learn English
My husband frowned drank beer
Su condición de transformarse en el hombre que soño y no ha logrado
[His condition to transform into the man that he dreamt and didn't achieve]
Is this the best way we can grow our good fruit

Time in the U.S.

If I recall, far far away
The future was shining on everywhere
Beneath the beautiful blue sky
We were just a little afraid
At the same time that the United States was blocking the border arteries,
its trade policies were only increasing the pressure on Mexicans to leave their country
No one was actually deterred, but more people died.
They speak English. At night they sit around
the kitchen table, laugh with one another.
Out of sight. Out of mind. Again, for a time.
What difference does it make if Minutemen have camped out in lawn chairs on the other side?