Mestizo

I had a dream
I met my origins
And looked into the eyes of my ancestors
Their wondrous faces were carved in memorial stone
I felt their wisdom and saw their boundless greatness

I saw their eyes
They were insightful
Thousands of colors were shining like gems
Some were as a virgin sea
some were blacker than night
I saw new life and heritage In their light

Mestizo...
I am a mestizo and this is my call

I had a dream of foreign realms
I held the banners on the battlefield
I merge them both into a whole
Forming the race that will be graced