Song parody of
Afro Latina
by K D'Soul
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Afro-Latina
Camina conmigo
Salsa swagger anywhere
She go
Como
la negra tiene tumbao
Azúcar
Dance to the rhythm
Beat the drums of my skin
Afrodescendant
the rhythms within
The first language
I spoke was Spanish
Learned from lullabies
Whispered in my ear
My parents' tongue
Was a gift
Which I quickly forgot
After realizing
My peers did not understand it
They did not understand me
So I rejected
habichuela y mangú
much preferring Happy Meals
And Big Macs
Straightening my hair
In imitation of Barbie
I was embarrassed
By my grandmother's
Colorful skirts
And my mother's
Eh brokee inglee
Which cracked my pride
When she spoke
So shit I would poke fun
At her myself
Hoping to lessen
The humiliation
Proud to call myself
American
A citizen
Of this nation
I hated
Caramel-color skin
Cursed God
I'd been born
The color of cinnamon
How quickly we forget
Where we come from
So remind me
Remind me
That I come from
The Taínos of the río
The Aztec
The Mayan
Los Incas
Los Españoles
Con sus fincas
Buscando oro
And the Yoruba Africanos
Que con sus manos
Built a mundo
Nunca imaginado
I know I come
From stolen gold
From cocoa
From sugarcane
The children
Of slaves
And slave masters
A beautifully tragic mixture
A sancocho
Of a race history
And my memory
Can't seem to escape
The thought
Of lost lives
And indigenous rape
Of bittersweet bitterness
Of feeling innate
The soul of a people
Past, present and fate
Our stories cannot
Be checked into boxes
They are in the forgotten
The undocumented
The passed-down spoonfuls
Of arroz con dulce
A la abuela's knee
They're the way our hips
Skip
To the beat of cumbia
Merengue
Y salsa
They're in the bending
And blending
Of backbones
We are deformed
And reformed
Beings
It's in the sway
Of our song
Yhe landscapes
Of our skirts
The azúcar
Beneath our tongues.
We are
The unforeseen children.
We're not a cultural wedlock,
Hair too kinky for Spain,
Too wavy for dreadlocks.
So our palms
Tell the cuentos
Of many tierras.
Read our lifeline,
Birth of intertwine,
Moonbeams
And starshine.
We are every
Ocean crossed.
North Star navigates
Our waters.
Our bodies
Have been bridges.
We are the sons
And daughters,
El destino de mi gente,
Black
Brown
Beautiful.
Viviremos para siempre
Afro Latinos
Hasta la muerte.
Afro-Latina
Camina conmigo
Salsa swagger anywhere
She go
Como
la negra tiene tumbao
Azúcar
Dance to the rhythm
Beat the drums of my skin
Afrodescendant
the rhythms within
The first language
I spoke was Spanish
Learned from lullabies
Whispered in my ear
My parents' tongue
Was a gift
Which I quickly forgot
After realizing
My peers did not understand it
They did not understand me
So I rejected
habichuela y mangú
much preferring Happy Meals
And Big Macs
Straightening my hair
In imitation of Barbie
I was embarrassed
By my grandmother's
Colorful skirts
And my mother's
Eh brokee inglee
Which cracked my pride
When she spoke
So shit I would poke fun
At her myself
Hoping to lessen
The humiliation
Proud to call myself
American
A citizen
Of this nation
I hated
Caramel-color skin
Cursed God
I'd been born
The color of cinnamon
How quickly we forget
Where we come from
So remind me
Remind me
That I come from
The Taínos of the río
The Aztec
The Mayan
Los Incas
Los Españoles
Con sus fincas
Buscando oro
And the Yoruba Africanos
Que con sus manos
Built a mundo
Nunca imaginado
I know I come
From stolen gold
From cocoa
From sugarcane
The children
Of slaves
And slave masters
A beautifully tragic mixture
A sancocho
Of a race history
And my memory
Can't seem to escape
The thought
Of lost lives
And indigenous rape
Of bittersweet bitterness
Of feeling innate
The soul of a people
Past, present and fate
Our stories cannot
Be checked into boxes
They are in the forgotten
The undocumented
The passed-down spoonfuls
Of arroz con dulce
A la abuela's knee
They're the way our hips
Skip
To the beat of cumbia
Merengue
Y salsa
They're in the bending
And blending
Of backbones
We are deformed
And reformed
Beings
It's in the sway
Of our song
Yhe landscapes
Of our skirts
The azúcar
Beneath our tongues.
We are
The unforeseen children.
We're not a cultural wedlock,
Hair too kinky for Spain,
Too wavy for dreadlocks.
So our palms
Tell the cuentos
Of many tierras.
Read our lifeline,
Birth of intertwine,
Moonbeams
And starshine.
We are every
Ocean crossed.
North Star navigates
Our waters.
Our bodies
Have been bridges.
We are the sons
And daughters,
El destino de mi gente,
Black
Brown
Beautiful.
Viviremos para siempre
Afro Latinos
Hasta la muerte.
