The old man came to me and said,
"Look proud young Chicana lift up your head".
I look into his eyes and saw wisdom unfold,
"You are the future mija shout and be bold".
"I will not fall I will not bow down",
"I will die with my feet planted firmly on this ground".
"This land is mine as much it is yours",
"My corazon is rich though my purse may be poor".
"I loved this land and I have work and I have toiled",
"I grown these vineyards and dug these soils".
I said,"Old man this cannot be",
"you are speaking of you and not of me",
"I have not yet seen the things you have seen".
Then in his eyes began a feverish gleam.
"Mija, do you love La Raza, your sangre, your name",
I nodded, he smiled and said,
"Pues mija it's all the same".
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