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Contraband Prose

by Tony Diaz - El Librotraficante www.tonydiaz.net on 07/30/15

 

It’s clear to me that our intellectual advancement is a threat 
to some people, because they tried to make it illegal”
–Tony Diaz

 

 

 

Contraband Prose

 

By Tony Diaz, El Librotraficante

 

When Arizona banned Mexican American Studies, we became kingpins of mind altering prose, smuggling wetbooks across the Arizona border.

 

And I coined a phrase: Somos Librotraficantes

 

                        How do I make my coin? I coined a phrase: somos Librotraficantes.

 

                        How do I make my coin? I coined a phrase: somos Librotraficantes.

 

 

 

 

With these broad shoulders and this broader imagination I can bust skulls and open minds.

 

Lucky for you-I want to do time

                                                     behind books.   

 

 

 

                        I’m a cultural accelerator.

                        Oppression devastator.

                        Been to Arizona guess now I’m a litigator.

                        Gonna run for office, gonna can be a legislator.

 

                        Protect the cultural capitol

                        Live on the dividends

                        Increasing cultural interest

                        When my hashtag trends.

 

                        How do I make my coin? I coined a phrase: somos Librotraficantes.

 

                        How do I make my coin? I coined a phrase: somos Librotraficantes.

 

 

 

 

And now, everything we once did to survive, will now help us thrive.

 

My father’s field of study was a field.

 

My parents picked crops. I pick my destiny. 

 

My parents took jobs no one else wanted. I create works no one else imagined. 

 

My parents believed in The American Dream.

 

                                                                    I'm here to hack it. 

 

                                                                    Running contraband prose is my racket.

 

               My ancestors paid their dues. I'm here to collect.








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