Señorita Mexico
land not of the free
or the brave
Mexico lugar of the
Chingadas, the violated
what will you do today?
I see you watching the ends of your skirt
to your blankita sister
Am-er-i-ca
Four syllables
they role off the tongue
like flames, leave you wanting more
light that can be cupped in your palms
cast that earth away, this
is not the time for story of creation
but emulation.
Papa says we can do anything.
America,
she will make you a new niña.
I saw you in Acapulco
powdered up in the 60’s
like a caramela Marylyn Monroe
squeezed into a lemon Meringue skirt
Acapulco, look here comes the sun
Acapulco, it's a day for fun
I can't wait till I meet your sweet senoritas
Kiss everyone
This is no time for siesta, this is time for fun
Mexico I thought you were your sister
pardon my hands running against your cotton skin
not satin like Ameeri
but I couldn’t resist
Mexico,
I hope you know how to write.
In that case, sign your name on the dotted line
X ____Mexico__________
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