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
