Juan Olivarez (september 12 / nyssa oregon)
One people, so many bloods.
The Hispanic people against the odds.
European, Asian, dark as the night,
Blond and blue eyed, exceedingly white.
Beautiful full lips, and beguiling eyes,
Brown, black, green, and as blue as the skies.
Full bodied women and handsome men,
If we don't have it, it can't be seen.
In us is the black man from Africa,
And the blue eyed Spaniard from afar.
The Aztec warrior so brave and proud,
The red headed Irish, so gallant and loud.
The noble red man, with his stoic face,
Yes, we are a mongrel race.
But no finer people will you find,
Because through it all, we are all kinds.
The greatest of singers, and artists too,
Now we are many, once we were so few.
Gaze into an Hispanic face,
And you will find the human race.
10/19/10 Alton Texas
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