I wonder what you think when you first see me
Do you smile?
Or do you go on without acknowledging me
I wonder if I cross your mind just a bit
Do you judge me?
Can you see my long dark brown wavy hair
or my dark brown skin
Do you look into my eyes
and see that their as dulce como la barra de caramelo
Or that I'm a young Hispanic woman
I wonder if you're insinuating racial slurs
Or maybe you're not
If you had a chance to look into my past
Would you take the offer?
You’ll be surpised of my struggles and see my success
Being in college means
I'm a student
And being Mexicana still means
I'm a human being
Not a criminal
Not a thief
Not someone who wants to cause harm
I know what you thought when you first saw me
That I will steal because I'm Mexican
So why did you follow me?
Or did you really want to assist me?
Because when you lost track of me
Why did you panic?
You didn't see me but I saw you
and your eyes were frantic
I was confused
What made you feel this way?
But when you said,"Can I help you with something?"
I could see through and hear your thoughts
Was that your prejudice talking?