I want
a tall Brown Man,
the kind
you can't find in Northfield
A down-ass Chicano off the streets of L.A.,
San Francisco or Chicago
I want a gangster, someone with a "Don't
Give a Fuck" attitude
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
Give me a man with unforgettable Indigenous
features
Someone who swallows the worm in tequila
Un ranchero que hecha gritos cuando oye musica
Mexicana
A black haired man with dark brown
eyes...un morenito
shit, I'll take a man with a light complexion
and green eyes...
as long as he's brown
inside
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
I want a man who taps his feet to the ancient
drum
of his ancestors
a sensitive, strong Brown
man
someone who has a lowrider,
cruises down Broadway every Sunday
with a joint in the ash tray and a bottle
of black cherry Cisco
in between his legs.
I want tattoos to cover his body
this gangster in my dreams...
Dickie pants and down black vans
Tres flores fills our space, our cantón
I want a vato who feels at ease when speaking
calo
A black eagle
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
The words firme, frajo, camarrada, chingón
and heina
must be apart of my man's everyday speech
I'll be his heina.
Introduce me to an intelligent, crazy, sexy,
Brown man
Someone who jumps the Brown
bone in public
An Aztec Prince
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
Un Tejano, with tight Wrangler jeans y botas
de vibora
un bandero
A veterano...Emiliano Zapata: he'd be tasty.
Give me a Chicano artist
A painter, someone who wouldn't hesitate
to sculpt my body
I want to taste his Brown
pride
Inhale his Brown
breath
A tough, hard-core, beautiful, Brown
man
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
Un dorado
A man I can wake up to
Someone who will stand outside my window
and serenade me
con mariachi.
A brave, revolutionary Brown
man
An Aztlán Army Soldier who follows
in the footsteps of Che
He must be "Cesar" tough
Xicano Power branded across his heart with
an X
the kind you can't find in Northfield.
If he smokes I'd rather he smoke non-filters
I want my man to inhale the pure, thick smoke
of
tobacco grown by the Toltecas, Olmecas, Aztecas
y Mexicas.
Give me a sophisticated gangster (I know
he exists)
with pure ghetto anger and pure ghetto love
A man - the man who will take me, penetrate
my hot spot
A Brown man
who will make me scream
you know, the kind you can't find in Northfield.
Ramon
Lalo de Leon
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