Poem: Promised Land

Please do not decide for me
The reasons that I struggle
Do not look once and then declare
The roles that I may juggle.

Do not walk down a path with me
Or think that I will follow
The road that I must lead is mine
Just like the words I swallow.

Do not think that when I look up
I only see the sky
When in fact I feel the breath
Of all those who pass by.

Do not believe my blood breeds hate
My ancestry fuels wars
Those are not the eyes through which I see -
Perhaps, my friend, they're yours.


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