They see my brown skin as fur
As a wild animals coat
They see my calloused hands as claws
Ready to shred their civilized society
But I am human
They see the accent in my name
As a mark of the beast
They hear my broken english as a growl
A way to sink my fangs into their perfect language
But I am human
They see my culture as chaos
A storm threatening their calm
They feel my presence in their land
And ready the pitchforks and torches
But I am human
They see me as mexican
And they think of a monster
They see me as an immigrant
And they think of me as an alien
But I am human