I am...

I am an immigrant in my own city

I am a woman with brown skin, no one has seen before

I am becoming a commodity to those around me who look different

I am a first time college student, looked at as stuck up for valuing my education

I am an employee, who scrubs floors for minimum wage in fear of not paying tuition

I am a victim, at the hands of a man, an institution, and a country

I am a fighter against the man who used violence against me

I am a fighter against the institution who told me I can’t succeed

I am a fighter against a country who values me less than others

I am Natalie, a war hero without the combat boots

This poem is about: 
Our world


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