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OYE GRINGITO--Do
you wanna know why I don't date white boys? You think you're
sooooo cool. Tall, blue eyes, white skin, blond hair. You dress
right, you talk tight, you have an ED-U-CA-TION, and your mama
wears diamond rings on her fingers, and has gold caps in her
teeth.
OYE GRINGITO--Little
white boy, you act soooo confident with the little white girls:
frat pin, new car, business major and your daddy's Gold Card.
What more do you need to impress a Barbie Doll Girl and the rest
of the world?
OYE GRINGITO--Do
you wanna know why I don't date white boys? I don't talk correct
English. I won't kiss your ass. I shop at K-Mart and listen to
corridos and Latin jazz. My ma don't wear diamonds--she
buys prayer candles and groceries instead. I don't care about
Gold Cards--I want bronze skin, bronze men. You can't see my
beauty through my brown skin and brown ways. You see just a night
of hot screwing with a dumb-ass Spic babe.
OYE GRINGITO--white
boy--I'll tell you why I DON'T DATE WHITE BOYS. You don't speak
my language, I don't trust your ways. You wanna know me--taste
me? Don't show me your plastic--I won't be bought. Show me bronze
lust, not white-washed mind games. Don't speak 'English Only'
and change your name to MARTINEZ.
OYE GRINGITO--no
se puede.
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