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Indian people tell me
and for me it is an honor
I am also complacentpopular and playful.
I like to live my life
according to the situation
I do not tolerate injustice
because it causes me pain
it must be because in the body
I only have heart.
I carry the blood of the chief
the one who does not bend
the one who lost his lands
but I am not resigned
fighting to death
with nobility and with courage.
Indian people tell me
it's because there is a reason
creole from hot land
from my town a servant
My mother a beautiful india
my father of good color
four cinnamon skin brothers
but I am the youngest
of the same descent
and the same religion.
The field where we were born
he was filling us with love
its flowers, its butterflies
its fragrance and its color
details that being humble
they do not mix with the Sun.
Indian people tell me
romantic and troubadour
muse who passes smiling
sweetening a song.
But if they understood
that being Indian is my passion
that my angel is primitive
and my chest is a maroon
they would tie my essence
as if it were a boom.
Indian for being born,
Indian for being the way
I am Creole like palm
braver than the cardón
and pride for a race
that had no condition.
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