I am from the other side of the river.
From were we speak a different language.
From where the broken hearted, or “In Love Men” bring serenatas to their bonitas.

I am from a place where we actually celebrate the dead and not mourn for them.
We celebrate by having a carne asada.
Hanging the pinatas and the mariachis play as loud as they can.

But everything is not all colors across the river.
Men struggle to find a casa for their familia or food to put on the table.
Where you see a little kid walk the sandy streets in there old huaraches.
Women on every corner to get their money.
Or a dead body on every corner.

So when people ask where I’m from…
I respond and say “I am from the other side of the river.”