Motherland, I am your borders.
I am full of borders crossed
over and over again.
Rigid lines separating
my dark brown skin to my
American tongue to my
too stout with no bridge and my
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love for ...
Moving from the Philippines to America was an experience for me. I was about nine years old, knew little about the world beyond my culture at the time and the transition from a third world country to a first world...
