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

My Land, far from where you can see

Yet raised in a place not of mine

A place where my dreams can turn into reality 

A chance of living a safer life

A place with significance of “yes I can”

And Far from my land where no assurance of my life exists 

I will fight for my success and no longer fear or stress

From acceptance of a waste of breath 

Now I no long need you to spare me a chance to live a successful life

In the land not of mine

Nor of yours.