So they are asking me to prove that i am me
Prove that i am a part of this gravy train-
This society that i never agreed to be a part of
other than in forced language
and consumption-
I am angered
and insulted
and pissed the hell off
that you don't recognize your own writing-
That you don't see your own claim to me
And my identity-
Look at the letters that spell ME, you coward, how do they represent who i was born to be?
How is it that i can spend 26 years fattening the pockets and making your ugly, white man
Richer by the moment
but you can act like you don't know me when you want to flex your imperialist, impotent muscle?
How is that?
It could have been a little easier had your delivery been more respectful
But one day you told me who i was going to be and how i was going to act
and then you mixed me up with someone whose only goal was to destroy your accomplishments-
White man, you've made me a stranger at my own door-
Wait, you say
Please come back for more tomorrow, our immigrant office is located on the back road that doesn't have lights or signs
And be sure to bring all the desire of materialistic consumption with you-
Do you have any friends we could talk to?
We're sure there's something we could sell their innocent, ignorant senses. If not, then we are still looking for a house maid- maybe we could work something out...
Yes, your appointment is at 2pm and you'll have to prove to us just who you are-
Are you the person that matches the name on our list?
if so,
where are your papers that prove you were invited to this party?
Did you know that the Indians were friends with the Pilgrims?
Oh, I'm sorry, we're going to have to with hold what we promised you until you match up to the stereotype we've cleverly assigned you; Dick, Donald and Carl
Oh, stop thinking this is some sort of interrogation-
it is nothing short of that
We just need you to show us how American you are- you aren't a part of any groups we should be aware of, are you?
You've lost your language and your inherent ability to count coca leaves- what do you think of the School of America's- isn't it brilliant?!
and you must not come from that place you call home if you don't subscribe to the subservient ideals of the women there
and you sure as hell don't count if you don't drink coffee,
My God, what would Juan say?!
So, what kind of new made American from Colombia are you Miss Tang-guy? or is that Tang-gee? My, that sure doesn't sound American...
White man..
You've taken my roots and colored them red, white and blue
You've taken my colorful tongue and fed it spam
You've taken my vision of me and skewed it around your agenda of terrorists
and now-
Now you ask me to prove that I match the name and the taste in your mouth
and you deny me anything that borders on common decency-
What the FUCK is that?
Darling, you say-
That is America...
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