When the legions came, we went with them,
for we were already there.
When the conquistadors needlessly shed blood—
for a god they called merciful and just—
we both bled upon the ground and did the bleeding,
because we were there, on both sides of the tragedy.
We will always be here,
no matter how much they try and get rid of us.
In the darkest hours, we will be there, standing up
and in the brightest light, we will be there,
in awe with the rest.
Our families are broken yet strong,
because we remake them to meet our needs,
and we love, because loving is what we do.
And when we have had to,
we shed our fears and marched with pride—
because we were tired then of the hate.
They will never win, they will never triumph,
because no matter how much they try and break us,
we will be here, and we will always be here.
Because…we are a part of the world, the real world—
the one some are too afraid to see—
and that is why we carry ourselves with pride,
in every corner of the earth,
because, we have always been here.