They will hate me
Not understand the way I think
Laugh at my beliefs
Judge my looks
Mock my speech
Stare at me till I look away from false guilt
Talk about me underneath their breath
Watch me from a distance to see what I will do
Blame me for all the problems in their world
Hate that fact I exist
They would rather take away my human rights
Than ever try to respect me
Bump into me because I don’t exist to them
I feel their looks burning holes on my back
They way they describe us to their children
Another generation that will soon hate us
The life of an immigrant
Is the life I have come to know
Day #111 SJD
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