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Apr 2019
The color of my skin
& my belief within
Iam Neither here im nor there
I can’t fit in....
You have an accent and no money
How did you even
Get in?
Dear sir/madam
I’m an immigrant
& I come here with my kin
Walked across deserts,
Then we slept in a bin
Swam passed the crocs,
Walked until thin,
Blood & sweat for breakfast
We drank it with a grin!
Fleeing gangs & hunger
Sir we came here just to live!
Brother where we come from
Even breathing is a sin.
Written by
Sa  38/M/Ohio
(38/M/Ohio)   
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   the dirty poet
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