Not so Dear, America.

Dear White America,

You are not so endearing.

I bear the thorned cross of an ethnic name,

burdened with baggage instituted,

from bloodened roots that cultivated this soil.

White American Academia,

the same cycle you have created,

you source from

for applause

of saving me

from my existence

like a trophy for your charitableness, 

or ego.

For education,

You advise me,

to beg on my knees,

parade around the battered, callused hands

and broken English

that have raised me,

like a token for your five year plans,

Stripping me of skill, talent, identity

to simply being a saved victim of your white America.

This poem is about: 
My country
Our world


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