Simple?

Am I really just a simple Mexican girl

With a history tainted by traitors unfurled

Born into a land of rich culture and pride

Yet plagued by whispers of deceit on all sides

Generations before me, in shadows they roam

Their legacy casting a dark shadow on my home

Am I defined by the sins of those long past

Or do I have the power to break free at last

I am more than just the blood in my veins

I am a woman of courage, strength, and gains

I'll rise above the whispers of betrayal and shame

And carve my own path, reclaiming my name

So judge me not by the whispers of the past

But by the fire in my soul that will forever last

I am a Mexican girl, proud and true

And I'll defy the odds, no matter what they say or do.