america: the land of immigrants
do you know who i am?
i am the immigrant who came to destroy the wall
i am the person who will wash the car
i am the person who will clean the house and pick up the dog shit
i am the person who will take care of the children and they will call me mami
i am the mexican the chinese the filipino and the nigerian neighbor living next door who is stealing your job
my children will plant seeds that will outgrow my status
you fear me hate me despise me because you know that without me
nothing you would be
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