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Your eyes are an
**enigma.
I look into some peoples' eyes and I don't know what I see. Those people have enigmatic, mysterious eyes that can conceal many things.
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.
  May 2014 Wíštfûł Wáñdêręr
Tea
Being near you again
after a long time
feels as if I am Tantalus;
a thirsty man surrounded by water
but unable to drink it.
Because as much as I crave for you, you will never be mine.
Yet you never understand how
beautiful you are.
Sometimes we speak more
with our eyes
than with our mouths.
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