Immigrants are not the enemy

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Spare me  As I only desire  Disire to be who I am seen not to be  To be apart of the American dream To see my self success, but I fear and stress  In territory I have a brighter future in
the flag is defiled with blood the oozing red glistenes the streets decorates batons stains blue jumpsuits   the flag is soaked salt infested tears the clear liquid adorning brown mother's faces
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