disguised

They

Straight from birth

Clothed in heavy rags

That marked their skin

And the pungent odor of failure

Like scars on their bodies

The label of society

So dense and inevitable

Learning their first steps as toddlers

With weights chained to their feet

And their first word

Bursting with a heavy accent

Inescapable

Yet who is to say

That their rococo rhythm shouldn’t be?

That their weights aren’t truly their wings?

Can you simply not see me

Because of my disguise?

Blonde hair and shining green eyes

Tell me

Have I taken you by surprise?

No remnants of a thick accent

Or olive skin that you could surmise?

I was born

With a different ability

The ability to rise

But now I’ve realized

That without this skin

Everyone could see the sky

And I’ve showed you

That

In the blink of an eye

There’s no difference

Between you and I

I’ve served justice in disguise

And forever changed the way you think

About who can fly

They may not all have glittering eyes

Or be wealthy with the fruits of immediate knowledge

But there are some with the determination

And the will to spark a fire

When will you come to realize

That our resources aren’t to be advised?

Living life on what they could find

Yet their strength is not to be undermined

For when discoveries are finally made

It is us

Whom are praised

For our findings

This hindering label of latinos

That helps us grow