Alamo

They tried to teach us Texas history

But we had our own battles to fight.

The desert air and blowing dust

Someone got stabbed in the courtyard

Kids without lunch money

Kids without parents

We shared our instant potatoes

And greasy cheese pizzas

But he held my hand

And smelled my hair

Everyone made fun

It was a small victory in a losing war

Our battles were for a kind of freedom

That we never understood

Until now, until we remember