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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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