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May 2014
I see the question before a test
"Mark your ethnicity"
and I think

Who the hell gives you
the right to care about
my skin color?

As if I am proud of my ancestors
putting the Native peoples on reservations
and hissing at innocent school children.

What have we become, America?
We condemn those that
"hop the border"
yet we don't recognize that
we are the aliens.

Bigots that don't step back
and marvel at our
beautiful mosaic of diversity.

Love where you come from,
but NEVER mistake
victory for **degradation.
Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
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Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr  My Home Is Wherever I Go
(My Home Is Wherever I Go)   
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