A Las Reinas
They say you’re worthless
They call you chapiadora
Puta
Malvada
Gold digger
They say you’re heartless
They call you by your skin
Negra
India
Morenita
Sometimes they call you mami
They don’t know how much you’re worth
But I think you do.
They call you gold-digger
But that’s cuz your mami said
Que no le des el culo hasta que te construya una casa
You have love!
That love from that time that boy from el campo
Gave you your first kiss right after he drove you around in
his older brother’s motorcycle.
You have love
That love from that time when you wanted to kill your best
friend’s dad
When you saw the bruises on her cheek.
You have love
And it is cointained.
You control it so well because you know it won’t put a roof
over your head
Or shoes on your feet.
Oh, but it’s more than just survival.
I think you know how much you’re worth
I think you know that you carry the world on your back
You walk with security that shows on your hips
Feeling the rhythm of the breeze
With your dark hair that resists
So you tame it at el salon every week
They call you by your skin
Negra
India
Morenita
Sometimes they call you mami.
You told me “Men are like children”.
You told me “Give him candy only as a reward”
You told me “Make him feel like he can’t have it and he’ll
want more”
You told me “Give him rules and he’ll want to break them all”
You grab patriarchy by the balls
That’s why they’re trying to tame you
My grandma once said
There were no FEMICIDES back in her days
And that’s cuz an enemy can only be killed when it is a
threat.
They’ll say you’re worthless
They’ll call you a chapiadora
A puta
A malvada
A gold digger
They’ll say you’re heartless.
Pero tu
Negra
India
Morenita
You know your worth
You know while you’re alive
Tu eres una reina
And you won’t give him el culo hasta que te construya una
casa.
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