Chicana Power Poem by Stephanie T Castillo

My innocence taken by the
lines that fill my face, wounded
and damaged, my heart
tries to replace.
A proud Mexicana,
Americana,
CHICANA soy yo.
A Latina still standing by the
destruction of this place
called "LIFE".
My brown eyes and dark black hair define my pride of strength
most people forgot it's there.
Humbled by my name
which my parents share,
surviving the dysfunction
surrounding my being.
Judged of untrue gossip and
words unclean,with spit of shame people try and define mine,
I hold my head high.
My bond, my word, my dignity
is not for offer.
The struggles I fight, I'm still
worthy of the most high.
On one knee I will keep fighting
and in the defeat, I will continue surviving.
My youth has passed, I'll miss her,
now grown, LIFE í must enter.
Equipt with strength, knowledge,
and wisdom, educated, humble,
and armored.
My inner beauty exceeds the empty minds of the shallow...
Chicana, Orgullosa
I rise!
Conquered by none,
i am most valuable,
for I AM THE EARTH,
MOON AND THE SUN.