If you came to America
you would not be recognized
for the King that you are
you would be put to work
like chattel
in a dusty truck to the fields
or in an ugly back kitchen
doing dishes
they wouldn’t know you.
they would not know you for your heart of panther, heart of jade, they wouldn’t know.
they wouldn’t understand how you love your country and decided to leave
to discover new world of possibilities
your dream
they wouldn’t get it
they wouldn’t.
you would be cursed as the newcomer
resented for every penny “we” spend when you have to go to emergency room with sliced thumb from factory blunder,
from old machinery needing repair.
they wouldn’t know
they wouldn’t understand how hard you worked to learn english , they wouldn’t care.
they would spit on the ground and insult your fine language and fine care to learn “theirs”
they would.
they would not understand when you sent home your money $500, $400 a month to your wife
they wouldn’t care.
they would say, “look how the immigrant sends money away” is not a part of “us” they’d say.
you would not be honored for the King that you are.
Your ideas would be scorned or stolen.
your accent made fun of.
you would be told to “speak better english, and then we’ll give you better job”. they would say.
you would become demoralized. hurt and unfair you would feel. you would miss your family and curse the “American dream” you would.
you would be horny and look for a blow job from the nearest whore and feel bad for her afterwards. you would.
you would miss the sky and the air of your country and wish with every cell to return, you would.
you would want to kiss the ground of America goodbye and return to your homeland , you would, and you would.
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