Malinche*,
you traded us up,
you turned your back at us.
Traidora (traitor),
you forgot your roots,
you´re embarrassed of us.
Inmigrante,
you will never fit in,
we are inside you,
we, with our colours,
our sufferings,
our misfortunes.
We are inside of you,
there is no running
from us.
Falsa (fake),
the grass is not greener
on the other side.
It´s just a different kind of
grass.
You´ll miss us,
the sun on your forehead,
the taste of the sea in your lips,
the sand rubbing your skin,
the passion of our language.
Have you forgotten?
How good it feels to be with
your own?
To not be lost in translation.
Inmigrante, traidora, Malinche!
You´ll suffer!
*La Malinche was a Nahua woman that fell in love with Hernan Cortes and play a key role as an interpreter in the American Conquest. She is known as a traitor in every Mexican history book ever written.

