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I am an American


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. I've looked like all the other kids Ever since I was young, Only on the inside at least, Which doesn't make my life here wrong. And now I'm all grown up you see, Trying to start a life of my own, But going to college, earning a degree, It's impossible without a loan. And why must I pay the price For a check I didn't cash? Just because I eat beans and rice And don't have paper that's red-white-and-blue Doesn't make me any different than you. 3-26-16
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