China Within Me

I may look like I'm from overseas,

But you don't know me,

No, not really.

So don't judge me,

I can hear your whispers, though you think I can't see.

I may be American born,

But between here and China my heart will always be torn.

My culture's rich its history great:

Land of great love and land of great hate,

Land of battles and wars,

Land from whence great knowledge pours,

Land rich with tales and folklores.

Perhaps not land of the free, but

Land where all are part of one family,

Land where food may run short but love does not,

Land where all families out of love are wrought,

Land of traditions and full of life's spice,

Land where the amber sun sets over fields of rice.

This is my land, this is me,

So you say what you want,

But I'm proud of my country. 

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