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Papel con cera

Llegó el estigma
A incomodar tu inseguro karma
No es falsa alarma
Es el color café veracruzano
Con el dolor diaspórico africano, es
La voz del menosprecio estético
El grito prieto en México, es
La segunda y tercera raíz multiplicada
A la cuarta potencia, es
El sudor de mi ancestro huyendo, es
El sudor de mi abuelo construyendo, es
Equinoccio en tiempos de blanquitud globalizada
Es como exterminio en masa
Es como terror en casa
Rostros crudos hablan, dominan, luego aniquilan
Y esto no es drama, es risa
Después quieres comprarme genes
Cuando vas con prisa
Y tu bronceado cuesta miles
Cuando miles son los que te sirven
Mientras, sí mientras tanto
Sígueme tirando rasguños, balas
Con pistolas de agua, mientras sigue
Sigue por ahi aventando tu cultura imperial
Que no hay imperio que no caiga
Porque el arquetipo que en mí solicitas
No califica, sé lo que implica que
Que tu inclusión está comprada
Y creéme que esto no es crónica
De una rebelión anticipada, pero
Pero el peor eres tú que igual que yo
Nació con la etiqueta B
Y al crecimiento te invadiste de ceguera
Avergonzado del papel de estraza
Y lo cambiaste por papel con cera
Quién te viera
Ojalá que no te encuentres
A tu dueño con mal genio
El día que fuera
Al menos quítate el disfraz
De capataz y grita tu asco
Que si no compartes
Bien sabido que quizá tus hijos
Muden la moneda
Y a la inversa pueda
Demostrarse lo que deba

Paper with wax

The stigma has arrived
To make your insecure karma uncomfortable
It's not a false alarm
It's the coffee brown color of Veracruz
With the diasporic pain of Africa, it's
The voice of aesthetic contempt
The black cry in Mexico, it's
The second and third roots multiplied
To the fourth power, it's
The sweat of my ancestors fleeing, it's
The sweat of my grandfather building, it's
Equinox in times of globalized whiteness
This is mass extermination
This is terror at home
Raw faces speak, dominate, then annihilate
And this is not drama, it's laughter
Later you want to buy my genes
When you're in a hurry
And your tan costs thousands
When thousands are the ones who serve you
Meanwhile, yes meanwhile
Keep throwing me scratches, bullets
With water guns, while you keep on
Keep spreading your imperial culture
That there is no empire that does not fall
Because the archetype that you ask of me
Doesn't qualify, I know what it implies that
Your inclusion is purchased
And believe me this is not a chronicle
Of an anticipated rebellion, but
But the worst is you who just like me
Was born with the label B
And as you grew up, you became blind
Ashamed of the wrapping paper
And you changed it for paper with wax
Who would have thought
I hope you don't meet
Your owner in a bad mood
The day you go out
At least take off your costume
As a foreman and shout your disgust
That if you do not share
It is well known that perhaps your children
Change the currency
And in reverse may
Prove what should be