Columbus’ Daughter

Driving through the other neighborhood

Pointed towards downtown

I saw Columbus’ Daughter

.

Weighed down by her world

Facing towards Drake’s skyline

But this is still her city

.

All around us both

The smell of chilis

Fill the air

.

And on the corner wall

The Indian Virgin

Reigns adorned

.

Somewhere in this city

Perhaps She has a mural

Alongside Her sisters from Lourdes and Fatima

.

But over here

She is brown

And I am white

.

She is not my Virgin

But we are all Her sons

Chicano and Anglo alike

.

This is Columbus Daughter’s city

This daughter of two worlds

And we’re all just visiting

.

Some fools will say

That it’s our country

But we’re just renting it from her

.

Soon we all will be shades of brown

Into that 6th world

All Columbus’ sons and daughters

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