differentperspective
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I have been an American
My entire life,
Ever since dad
Asked mom to be his wife.
They are American too
Despite the color of their skin,
Being born in Mexico
Doesn't make their life here a sin.
The moon has set and it is dawn
Wind brushes my limbs on the surface
Its briskness makes me tremble
My world is quiet
Except for the whispers of creatures
Who live beneath me
