You have met my demands.

My demands for something more

Representative of my people.

Of the Chicanxs.

Of my culture.

Of my history.

For too long I sat in a

Classroom and listened to the

Over-glorified history that

Only told one side.

A side that built its ego

And destroyed my legacy.

For the first time I am

Eager to go to school.

I am learning more about

Myself.

I am learning more about

The great American-Chicano.

A rare of breed of human so

Perfect, it was handcrafted by

The Aztec gods themselves.

Where food is our language and

Dancing emulates the rhythm of

Our souls.

Where our dialect is cringing to

Stay alive, yet generation after

Generation, In Lak’ech is

Still our religion.

Finally,

After so long, you

Have done something that

Will celebrate who i am

Instead of tell me that i was

Not at Gettysburg.

You will teach that

“Make America great again”

Means “love thy neighbor”

Not “deport mexicans.”

Finally,

After so long,

Not being a part of the white noise

That every frequency in America is

Dialed to is a good thing.