I want you to feel sorry for me
but not too sorry
don't talk about anything horrible about "my country"
even though I ran from it like a dirty mouse
I'll sit and complain about your country and barely try to assimilate
I have other dotheads to hang out with
"Why learn the language"
I say in my disgusting accent as I sip on some pungent curry curry, that makes you hurry hurry to the bathroom
I reinforce the cultural standards and beliefs of "my country" to my morbidly confused children
do I disgust you
make you want to hurt me
there are layers of my existence you cannot even begin to understand
or so I fucking think
look I'm using the F-word like all of you Americans
Do I scare you.
Does my confusing plight for a better future scare you
Does me popping out 18 children in America scare you
Or because they were born here, they are considered one of you
They will still consider themselves as 'not-real Americans' this I know
They very well might be more confused than their dirty father
They might become even more ethnic than I
of course that is not your concern
only mine