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Even before they say it I know what they're going to say and my hackles are already raised. And then they say it and I make my retort and they don't hear me but just the injury in my voice that they don't understand and it's a hey hey hey with their arms raised, or they like to challenge me, but I am not cowed because it is my birthright I'm fighting for, the right to wear my own skin and claim my own country, which is the United States of America, my only country, which I belong to and which belongs to me. You can ask about my ancestors, but why don't you tell me yours, white man, black man, is it just your skin color and the shape of your eyes that lets you call your country your own? If I tell you I'm from the United States, why do you need to know Chinese/Japanese/etc.? If you spoke with an American accent and had carrot red hair, would anyone question you further? Yes, American, but what are your origins, man?

I am a lit fuse. I spark and snap and I think one of these days I'll get into trouble.

Posted by chschen 16:00 Archived in Honduras

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