I don’t know if anyone else has But I’ve seen
UFO spaceships
With American logos
In Latin American governments

And they call us the aliens

Knock before you enter
Turn off the television set
Cause whatever interpretation of truth is mention
Has already been pre-rehearsed
Memorized
Institutionalized into minds
Like heritage gone proper
Dora Explorer style
Where Diego is the extent of our culture
And our image is represented
By herds of islands
Surrounded at the corners of 7-11’s
Bus stops
Vying for the cream of the crop
The dream at the end of the wagon
Anticipating the $50 for a days worth
Of Fresh painted coated all over your skin

You can call us
Latino Hybrids

Countries resembling the Berlin wall
Two sides opposed to each other
Subconsciously possessed by
foreign poisons
Media slaves
10year old
Selena idolizes Brittany spears
For her moves
Her voice
Her freedom
Though her families income
Probably couldn’t afford a bottle
Of that freedom that gives
Brittany the prominent title of
American Citizen
Even when she’s sitting in
Her substance abuse therapy class
And Selena has to March for rights
That we take lightly
Surrender quite nicely
I guarantee more blood roasted under the sun
Of revolutionary cause
Then planters can peanuts
I read in English
And dream in Spanish
And think in oppressor

Justice is 20 years
Of Colombia guerilla war fare
Drug trafficking laws
American intervention
That has seen cocaine become twice as accessible in the United States
Land of the dominant and Fake
Risking the fate of smaller countries to increase finances
Having us reach for a portion of the pie
Only to realize we’re subjected solely to slices

Imported in secret
Backstage addictions
Profits sky rocket in
The pockets of our capitalist society
While focuses stay stuck on false portrayals
Ignite stereotypes
Like pyromaniac’s
Pointing fingers at a manipulated scapegoat
An ethnic interference
Murder She Wrote for the depiction
Of Hispanic origin
So when Selena comes to America
She gets a handful of farewells
And when she becomes persistent
And insists she deserves that promise
Stated in the constitution
That liberty that rocks bells over seas
She believes its her birth given right
And walks in uninvited
Can’t find a job
Cause her occupation is immigrant
Pulling out deportations quicker
Than doc holidays
Holidays rocking colors
Her flag doesn’t represent
To dull to keep smiles possible
Once believing if America was Jesus
She was an apostle

No one knows the lost souls crossing over
The 9-5 farmer
Who never seen a cocoa field
Ever rioted a corrupt government
When he had every right to
Praised Presidents
Who swore to uplift Venezuela with his democracy
But ruled under a dictatorship
Holding the prestige of a culture not deserved

I sometimes taste the sea water in ancestors
Drowning on hope
With floats ceasing to save
A delicate dream
A fragile frame
X-gene axis –Eurocentric
Meets Y skin axis- Native invasion
Slope produces
Half breeds
Of different features
Featured in islands of different names
Speaking the same language of Spain

Those who think Puerto Ricans
Never crossed borders
Forget the fruit stands
The independence never granted
The drafting of 17,000 into World War 2
Or the 200 nurses patching wounds

I no longer need to look at skies
To see Martians
They’re not as far as I’d always imagined
Not as high up and expanded
Now
They’ve landed
And managed
To take over countries like planets
Revolving around this solar system
Of stars and stripes

Walking miles in shoes to tight
X-ing the Files
That’s shows what’s right

I wake with aches
Of injustice
Stuff this knowledge in your mouth
Or someone’s going knock it out

Open your palms to create galaxies
And raise them up

Cause contrary to belief
If you really want to see Aliens
Watch Latin American elections