We Are More Than A Generalized Group

I'm being choked I'm being stifled,
America is holding me at the tip of her riffle.
We've been known to some as "America's Paradise,"
But why is it that in crisis, we can barely get anything, not even a full enough pot of rice.

Enough about the hurt though, let's talk about our size.
We extend all over the U.S. and back, we are a true prize.
Alexander Hamilton, that's us, and Tim Duncan too;
These two men are apart of the St. Croix crew.

No, we are not from Jamaica like everyone automatically thinks, we are a unique group.
This is why some of us hide our accents in this melting pot, turned into a sloppy soup.
We are the most eastern point of the United States, for God's sake.
To get this through to those far beyond our lines, what is it going to take?

From: An Un-American American?

I can die for my country, but can't vote?

I have to keep it all to myself,

Because to everyone else, it's a dumb joke.

The world may be so tired of us speaking, but I'm just tired of silently taking this beating.

For me I see a blank spot.

Nothing filled in the space on the paper for my blank race, ethnicity,

My blank voice gets an empty pot,

And so, nothing is cooking; they've cleared the path for the failure of our people they've sought.

College admissions calls me international,

Like no one owns a map.

I'm twice a slave and I'm telling you, its been really wack, 

Because at least in this day, no one should have to deal with this crap.

I'm not black 'nor am I white, the Supreme Court sets as a principle.

I'm apart of an alien race says the Insular Case,

No wonder why I feel so trapped.

We may not appear big, but that little dot doth still stain every map.

"Slave trade was abolished years ago," is what they'd like to be said,

But it didn't really, because to the United States of America, we were sold again.

Colonial history sneaks right back up under us with a heightened monopoly.

Yes, say it, we were bought, we are owned, we are only mere property!