I look just like you,
Pale skin, light hair.
Do you know my blood is a little bit different?
You might not notice,
The little things, that show I am different.
You might notice an accent in a couple words,
Old habits that are hard to break,
My relatives are far away,
I hide the pride for my birth place.
I have a loney pin on my bag.
In class it is hard to hide,
To not feel the sting of the little words,
Tossed around,
They don’t know what I am,
How could they?
Even so the words still sting,
Citizenship, terrorist,
Sometimes I feel nauseous,
Talking about myself.
I look just like you,
They don’t mean it,
But,
It still hurts.
Pale skin, light hair.
Do you know my blood is a little bit different?
You might not notice,
The little things, that show I am different.
You might notice an accent in a couple words,
Old habits that are hard to break,
My relatives are far away,
I hide the pride for my birth place.
I have a loney pin on my bag.
In class it is hard to hide,
To not feel the sting of the little words,
Tossed around,
They don’t know what I am,
How could they?
Even so the words still sting,
Citizenship, terrorist,
Sometimes I feel nauseous,
Talking about myself.
I look just like you,
They don’t mean it,
But,
It still hurts.
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