I’m not the place from which I came,
That country isn’t my last name.
I’m not the language that I speak;
The way I speak is mine, unique.
I’m not the skin you see me wear,
I’m not the color of my hair;
I’m not the kind of car I drive,
I’m not the pet I keep alive.
I’m not a nationality,
I am a height, and that is—free.
Don’t ask me if I’ve joined a clan,
Without one I’m a better man;
Don’t beg me march within a crowd,
I stand alone, of which I’m proud.
Of membership I have but one—
My single “I” beneath the sun.

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