Introducing San Francisco-based poet Carina Aguirre, and her poem written during the “Poetry and Poverty” course at the University of San Francisco.
A man came up to me
Girl you the prettiest white girl I ever seen
It was wrong cause that’s all
he could see — leering at my sexuality.
It’s wrong to judge me
By my body type
Cause it’s all hype
It’s wrong to judge me by my pigment
Cause that’s just a figment, of society’s warped up stereotype
He had it all wrong
His vision of me
Isn’t who I am supposed to be
Because I’m brown — Mexican to be exact
That’s just a fact
But I’m more than that.
If you get down to it
those grapes in that wine you sippin’ on
Were picked by the hands of my fathers and mothers
Blood sweat raw flesh
mixed in with those fresh
Fruits, picked for pennies a pound
poisoned with pesticides in the ground.
So respect my people by respecting me
those hands, those souls that feed
you with cheap labor, and die trying
to be here, in a country that still
will try to kill
their opportunity for a better life
so they won’t have poverity strife
So stand back cause I know who I am
And now I need to make it known
That I got a mind not just a body
I got a name and it ain’t hottie
C A R I N A is how you spell it
I am a woman – a proud Mexican
Get it down tight
Cause you’re wrong, and I know I’m right.