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!