I want to tell you a little about my ex-girlfriend.
Her name is Acculturation,
I was first attracted to her because she smiled like hope was her middle name.
the first words I heard outta her mouth were
"Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free"
And I lost my breath for a second.
My heart skipped a beat,
she had this way, to make things sound really pretty,
but when I finally reached out for her hand, so we could share the weight of our struggles together,
I noticed for the first time,
her hands were full.

She told me, to hold on a minute,
she would open the golden door behind her,
as soon as I looked just like everyone inside,
this gathering had a dress code, and I wasn't allowed to partake if i didn't put in an effort to please the hostess.

I told her I liked the way I looked,
and walked past her,
Only to receive the look a snooty customer clerks give you,
when you walk into an expensive store that "knows" you can't afford a single thing in there

I should've known then,
this thing wasn't going to work out...