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I’ve traveled to many countries, Met people white black and brown, I’ve seen beautiful locales,
ACADEMIC TESTS Oh these tests, Superflous academic tests. No time to prepare For entrance tests.
"Are you ready now?" whispered the wind, gently folding its warmth around her enveloping her in a tight embrace, holding her away from all living eyes. The path's been chosen, the leaves are black,
When the wind blows And the sky fogs Up my picture in the mirror   When the river roars And the birds soar Above the woods we roamed   When the cliffs spike And the rocks fall
Part I   The very inspiration began on a seventh day Of the eight month of the year 2013 AD A class by a master on translations Triggering him to reveal a historic place Unknown much, a place so great
Two cultures can get me twisted, The white community is always listed, When filling out my race,
Eyes crawl all over the pla
I, too, paint America.   Red, Yellow, Green, White, Saffron.  Colors on the vast canvas they call “America.” I paint with the color of my skin, with the distinct hue of my culture,
You call me a terrorist, But I'm not the one Scaring others. I don't Threaten my country, or Its citizens. You're the one Doing that. I'm as American As you are, but I appreciate it more.
  India    Today is the day  where the motherland  is finally free   the land that suffered many things  where people sacrificed to save this holy land 
It’s kinda funny sometimes When I’m chatting online with my friends Ranting about the immigrant child life Trying to make my case to those who don’t understand   Funny because all my messages Come out
Words flow quickly from her singing mouth, as her hair was carried by a soft breeze. “You think you own whatever land you land on, the Earth is just a dead thing you can claim.” As Englishmen
i am me old, frigid..some days young.. prisoned and free. Greyed vision for me A tanned skinned for you For this is all you see.
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