My parents... are immigrants Yet, why is it I, so strongly reject their once, homeland? ... Perhaps, the cause it rooted at my dad's cynical comments and critics ... Perhaps, it's my own visits stifling relatives horrible traffic definitely less, comfortable ... Maybe, it's the rejection of such a gripping religion when I myself, am an atheist ... Maybe it's the stereotypes Chaining me enclosing me irritating me ... ... ... Whatever the case, it's there
I can be whoever I want to be what-blood-crap?
Go far back enough, and we're all related
The only links I have, are my visits and influence of my parents who once lived there ... It's not a bad place... at all... ... That's not the problem ... Is there one even? ... ... ... I, can be who I want to be