I spent a good summer and stupid
Writing poems about race poverty and my ruby slippers
Never could get back home
How I'm I supposed to be scared
What does it look like I want it to look right
How am I supposed to be scared
Do I blow hot air and get mad like my stepdad
Does a real man look like a bear
Does a real man look in the mirror
I got big pants I hope I guess I fill
But that's all jokes and sex appeal
Best I feel is when I feel like I could live this moment
Without ever had being broken
Stand on up, I spill my Coke and
Hope I spit like Cole cause that pain don't hurt if I can make it spoken
How am I supposed to be scared
Should I pile in like when I was a kid
But I'm out of space I don't know where there's room
And the old anger ain't going nowhere
This soon but anything else would be so rare so new
My fears I chew
And swallow I didn't want to be Chicano
Cause I thought that meant I wouldn't get to feel
I didn't let myself cry for 3 years
Cause you can brake my lights, and create my fears
I didn't let myself cry for 3 years
Cause they can take my life they won't get my tears