Taco Tuesday

Well don't get me wrong, I love my mom
And I carry the oppression of her blood

Her ancestors killed my ancestors
And the weight of all that violence lingers on

Now I check boxes marked Hispanic
On all my legal documents
My friends make jokes about Taco Bell
But oh they love how tan I get

There's a history of resistance that's been relegated to
Half priced margaritas, and a Halloween costume

Don't call me white
Don't call me white
Don't call me white