A job not given to people

like me.

Snatched away

because of my ethnicity.

 

The job that is

in my dreams.

That one that I will

reach, by all means.

 

The one that will

show what life is about.

The one that will

get me out of this drought.

 

The people that

everyone wants to know,

aren't granted the opportunities

that would help them grow.

 

The language and the nation

that helped those in World War II,

is what gave our people the

strength to push through.

 

That strength is what

will push me to get that job,

no matter if they care about

what nation I come from.

 

The job that I knew

will become mine.

Is one that will come

in a matter of time.

 

The one I hope to one day

show my people that,

our ethnicity shouldn't tell

people that we can't.