My skin does not

determine my story

a story of how I got here

my parents got here

or where we live.

It does not determine

The language I speak

My career choice

Or the stereotype

placed on me.

Violent assumptions

Of actions I have never

Done. A collective

Of fear, doubts, concerns

That I will be something

You see on the news

I am not a collective

of poor decisions

from those who are

evil, misfortune, or accused.

Part of a marginalized group

Of many in this world

Bigger, stronger

 Differences that flourish

But put down for

power, greed, confusion

We must spread power

For everyone

their stories, lives, families

to help this world

grow.

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