You lost me,
You lost me the minute
you found out where I am from.
I could see it in your eyes...
Fear.
Fear of my roots.
You fear the "who" of decades past,
Not the person I am today,
or the places I'll head to tomorrow?
You judge me for a past,
A past that was not mine
...to control.
The events that we've all
but forgotten have led me
to this moment in time,
It is helping me to cross a
threshold of a door you've
closed on me once too often.
Our Time Is NOW.
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