If I was
i am the terrorist and the cowboy; the farmer and the capitalist.
i am the fat man and the emaciated child.
i am the controller and the laborer
the master and the servant
i am the bad and i am the greedy
i am the good and the poor.
This is
Me.
an Immigrant.
branded by That Word
by Stereotypes
by Where I Came From
and not by
Where I Am Going.
and You?
You are the Brander, the Dancer, the
Labeler of
us.
and all we want
is a
Tabula Rasa.
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