“Go back to Asia!”He says and sneers and snarls.He lacks imagination.He is so predictable.

Sometimes he spreads his pain and says,“Go back to Egypt!”“Go back to Mexico!”“Go back to Africa!”He must be a travel agentWaiting to book a flight.

Maybe he’s right.Maybe we should all go backAnd thank the Native AmericansFor their hospitality,For their generosity.

But where would we goWhen our home is here?I was born here and raised hereJust like you.My parents were born and bred here tooJust like you.

My grandparents’ souls left for the sky but were buried hereToo.I’m staying right here.With you.