Bordered by people of pigmentation
Minus melanin/skin that looks like mine,
Pseudo-sonnet of self-preservation
Or unabashed Latino way I dine.
My tastebuds hunger for differences
A hearty meal of substance and some spice,
Meat and potatoes sure stickstomyribs,
Pero not authentic like beans and rice.
Francisco save the shiny silverware,
Órale fix me a fresh tortilla,
“We’re looking for the next Frank O’ Hara.
Who admitted this here Pancho Villa?”
Stir the melting pot, let the shock simmer,
Food tastes better when the lights glow dimmer.