Melting Pot


When I'm around people I start to fear
That they are staring,staring from everywhere
Is it my color,is it my hair,is it the look in my eyes that you fear
Is it it my voice that I may try to disguise
I come to this country to start a new life
I tend to wonder that those before me,
had the same struggles,prejudice and looks of hate
Given I'm no differant then those who came before me,
I have to wonder whats my fate
They call this country the Melting Pot,
but as generations pass they've all forgot
For it was they who where differant and strange,
who where looked upon in disgust and dismay
Least of all we shan't forget
That once upon a time we where all Immigrant's

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