I am from a Fabuloso scent home from bounty to tide
I am from the smell of weed roaming through my building
Where police are standing waiting for something to happen

I am from the courts and watching kids hoop
I am from the sweet aromas
of chicken with rice and beans are floating through the room

I am from Lorena and Rogelio
I am from the news breaker and neutral
I am from the SHUT UP and F*** OUT MY FACE

I am from going to church every Sunday
I’m from the fields way down at 
I’m from crossing the border to have a better life

I’m from the closet where history was found
I am the spitting image and the apple doesn't fall far from the tree   

CC BY-SA 4.0 Crossing the Border by Octavio is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License.


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