How to Fight Like a Mexican
“I turned him into a Mexican tonight. He fought like a Mexican.”
Conor McGregor after losing Mayweather Jr. vs. McGregor (2017)
let them talk their shit
tell you
speak up boy
demand
gratefulness for earning
what you deserve
to not look
in their eyes
when you dance for them
call you
a little cholo gangster
from the hood
a crackhead ese
a cockroach
a mexican
laugh at whiteness
try to make what you are proud of
an insult
try to make itself undefeatable
before defeat
reward itself for talking shit
but make a problem out of yours
whiteness rewards whiteness
more than brown work
brown victory
brown history
be careful
when whiteness wins
by a margin
they will sing it as the only thing that matters
smoke lots of
weed
cannabis oil
blunts
say
fuck you
fuck you
fuck your whole team
say
not much else
as fighting will be your poetry
a blow to the body the punctuation
for every motion
each line of movement
its own promise
of savage epiphany:
clenched fists may hold pen and/or violence
there will be times for both
see posters
of your opponent’s face
your brown face absent
write your name over theirs
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walk into the ring
let them boo you
cheer the other
do not touch gloves
as you talk shit to one another
walk into your corner
wait for the referee to clap
clap
fight like a mexican
win in the second round
with
head punches
taunts exposing your heart
the inside of your biceps
palms open
please hit me
jabs to the chin
near the neck
slap away any attempts at chokes
when they taunt
spin your fists over the other
telling them to hurry
watch them become sloppy
try to keep up
a dying bull
full of proud denial
reward them with the blood of your face
smeared across their body
mount them
your hips to their torso
punch downward
their face shaking side to side
they will shift to their stomach
punch the side of their head
create room
for your forearm
for a final breath
forearm to neck
constrict
brown muscles bulging to near burst
until they tap
faster than hummingbird wings
let them hold your hand up
say
I’m not surprised
motherfuckers
win
but be paid less anyways
get your bonus award
cash the check
buy a whole bunch of nice shit
smoke more weed demand more money
for next match
because
fuck you
fuck you
fuck your whole team