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They've enjoyed our waiting

They've indulged in lies

They've prolonged discussions

They've listened to our cries

 

I've lurked in the shadows too long

Deprived of an education because of a card, I have none

Now I'm on the run

 

Crush it with petty lies

Abhorent words, which we all despise

"Immigrant", "Alien" they say

I turn to see the next day

 

I want to be unafraid

I want to walk the streets I've known for so long day to day

Green card? I have none.

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