LA NUEVA CHICANA

Hey, See that lady protesting against injustice, Es me Mama. That girl in the brown beret, the one teaching the children, She's my hermana Over there fasting with the migrants, Es mi tía. These are the women who worry, Pray, iron And cook chile y tortillas. The lady with the forgiving eyes And the gentle smile, Listen to her shout. She knows what hardship is all about All About. The establishment calls her A radical militant. The newspapers read she is A dangerous subversive They label her to condemn her. By the F.B.I. she's called A big problem In Aztlán we call her La Nueva Chicana. Viola Correa