"Get out! " they say as they enter the shop.
I don't know why they treat me as they do.
I am an American citizen just like them,
And I should get their full respect too.
The ideas of the past still exist in the present,
For the whites of the world still feel on top.
The need to say hello and welcome us in,
As I walk through the door of the shop.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem