Don’t Ask Me Where I’m From

Don’t bother asking us where we from. The flow is 213 and Cali all day long. So for those that continue to insist and ask where we from, we got one thing to say to you: Don’t ask us where we from because we gonna tell you what it is and how it is.

So what it is and how is it? Well, look at us. Our talk, our walk, our vibe, our swag is formidable and untouchable. So if you ask me again where we from, I’m gonna keep telling you the same thing, don’t ask me where I’m from. Its obvious to all except to you who wants to determine and dictate how we need to be.

Its simple! I walk with the soul of the panther, the stride of the Zapatista, the force of King Lapu-Lapu and at the end of it all, the tenacity of Boyle Heights by way of the indigenous ancestors in Mexico and the Philippines. So next time you want to ask, DON’T. Instead, observe, take it in and reflect.

So as the Brother Anthony taught me to say: Don’t ask me where I’m from. I’m gonna tell you what it is. I don’t care how you feel. It is what it is.

Brother Anthony reminds me that I need to stop allowing you to question me. I just got to smile and tell you how it is.

So what it is and how is it? Well, look at him. The soul of a “Soulder” The smile of a god and the power of warrior. He squabbles to survive and stands tall to look us in the eye. Don’t ask him where he’s from! Don’t!

In Solidarity,
La Doctora