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The same questions The same curious stares The same judging tones Just different continents And me A road between them In my old home A sleeveless shirt? Your legs are exposed? An American accent, Guess you’re not one of us anymore. Must be a lot of school shootings, huh? We’re working on it I promise In my new home Why are you wearing that? What’s on your forehead? Why are you eating with your hands? That’s gross. Speak English, you’re in America. There’s a lot of open defecation, right? We’re working on it I promise If only you listened To each other And yourselves If only you realized How different But similar you sound If only
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May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
If Only
The same questions The same curious stares The same judging tones Just different continents And me A road between them In my old home A sleeveless shirt? Your legs are exposed? An American accent, Guess you’re not one of us anymore. Must be a lot of school shootings, huh? We’re working on it I promise In my new home Why are you wearing that? What’s on your forehead? Why are you eating with your hands? That’s gross. Speak English, you’re in America. There’s a lot of open defecation, right? We’re working on it I promise If only you listened To each other And yourselves If only you realized How different But similar you sound If only
#india#america#immigrant#stereotypes#culture#judgement#humanity
Skurup
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Skurup
16/F/Baltimore, MD
May 19, 2019
May 19, 2019 at 12:35 PM UTC
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