They say a Pocho is someone who’s lost their culture—I beg to differ. A Pocho isn’t lost. A Pocho adapts. A Pocho creates. A Pocho is forged in two worlds, walking the line between where we come from and where we’re going. We carry the blood of the Aztec and the fire of the conquistador. But now—we are something more. Warriors of tradition. Pioneers of the future.They tell us we don’t belong—that we’re neither from here nor there. But they don’t see what we see.
We are from both. That is our power.
That is what makes us Pocho.
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