Mi Vida, My Life
The pride of my hispanic heritage runs deep in my veins A day doesn't pass when I think of my majestic Sinaloa I can feel the rain drops running down my arm as I lay on the maca Looking at the cloudy sky, holding my cold Coca-Cola I can smell the moist dirt around my grandfathers hacienda I see different kinds of cultures in the colonia Mayan's, Aztec's, Zapoteca's, Mixteca's We have branches of different languages Portuguese, French, English, Spanish A wise man once told us all, "Si se puede"
L I T S A K U R A · Tue May 27, 2008 @ 08:08pm · 0 Comments |