Spanish language vs. Language of Money and Power. When I was young I had a dream- To fall in love On distant shores. My teachers said to me You need To learn the language -It opens doors. If local cultures You respect, The people will Appreciate it- You will have friends And go on dates, And you will never Be frustrated And then I bought A Spanish book To help me learn That graceful tongue. I then that project Undertook- I studied hard, I studied long. And then in Spanish I became A fluent speaker In a year. I spoke it well And felt no shame To make myself To others clear. And to a sultry land I went. To fall in love I hoped immensely, With swarthy maidens, Hand in hand, Walk on the beach And kiss intensely. But even though In Espanol I could converse, I did not score. If fact, I kissed No one at all And moped alone Upon the shore. What was the problem? You will ask. You see, it wasnt My appearance Or language; that Was one such task That needs no tongue Or perseverance. I saw some other Tourists there That spoke No Spanish, not a word. And they were fat And had no hair, Each one just looking Like a nerd. But boy, each one Would have a girl That made me boil With jealous fury. In Spanish dances They would whirl, Their noses In their breasts Theyd bury. Why, why not me? Im handsome, Young, And I speak Spanish Like a native, I m kind And gentle, not high-strung, And friendly, humble And creative. But that was not What those girls Would look for in A Gringo tourist- I had no job No cash, no pearls- In fact, I was among The poorest. And since no money They could smell, Down their noises At me they sneered, Although I spoke The Spanish well, Like one big loser I appeared To most of them, I was poor trash. I learned my lesson Pretty well: In Latin countries Its your cash And not the language That gets the belle.
Posted on: Thu, 18 Dec 2014 21:58:30 +0000
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