I am a traitor to my country
 
In this land divided by walls

all that remains are my memories
 
I am a traitor to my family
 
First generation with no actual future

On an endless road that leads to no diploma
 
I am a traitor to my tongue
 
"Get rid of your accent"

"You talk so funny"

So whitewash I can't even roll my Rs
 
I am a traitor to my culture
 
My brown skin has never felt so pale

I'm unable to differentiate who I really am
 

Short, dark girl

My skin the color of coper

My nose arched

The blood of my people running through my veins....and yet I am no better than a stereotype

I am a wolf in sheep clothing 

Pretending to know who I am

Pretending to know who my people are
 I walked the path that they all did

But I slowly drifted

Getting lost in a sea of white
 

I am a traitor