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Why am I the arch

Pushed in from all angles

Burdened and strained with emotions seemingly endless The pressure is suffocating, like the weight of a mortgage.

It’s all placed on me

Crumbling under a weak structure

Built on lies and supported by indifference

The mortar of love is cracking

Brick By Brick

With an eroded foundation No insurance would cover this house

Ramshackle and feeble, we lay Desolate, waiting to split The arch can only keep our home together so long before The break

Screams of fright within the walls, violins humming in the halls, clicking footsteps on the floor, hinges creak while opening the door, costumed creatures fill the room, ready to send a man to his doom, then suddenly, they stop.

The lights come on and the creatures cease, and the director says “Run it again, please!” you mean Mexican you mean alien or the drug dealer or the dude in the corner of the drugstore that’s what some people think but we aren’t what they say we are we are a diverse community searching for a better… Opportunity we ask for this privilege many die in the process of arriving at this…

“Free Country” the one where we are caged in detention centers no access to medicine but we strive

Our ancestors have taught us to be brave to face any challenge on our face

HISPANIC it’s more than just a race

We are the people who make it special We inspire change for the next generation We represent our community

We are Hispanics