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This is Not Right

Fighting prejudice everyday
Because of what I am
Just because I’m different
As if I was the enemy
How uncomfortable having eyes like a
hawk gazing at its prey
This is not
my own country put me in
this miserable prison
seeing people I love are fading away like a
mist of snow
This is not right
dry dessert with dust storms
that is thick as pea soup
my freedom has been taken
my dream have been taken
thank goodness for my life
This is not right
surrounded by barbed wire
occupied by guards
the food is not good as
a home cooked meal
This is not right





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