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Scout on Immigration/ It

 It’s a bit dustier here

A lot more orange

Just like the Hollywood movies made it seem

Although, there are fewer men with weapons

Less evil than it looked

Maybe they didn’t want us to know that there was love

In the air

Because when I look at this land

I see rich people

Rich in love

And hope

And humor

And I realize that the problem wasn’t the soil but the people on it

And I see the distance I have from understanding that

Because I have been taught to be selfish

And I have been taught that community is unreliable

But here where the buildings crumble

The Sun is brighter because these people have earned it

When I return, I’m not sure what I have missed

But I am sure it is not the same

I am sure our minds are a bit tighter

A bit less tolerable

And I am sure that they have been mistaken

Because the land isn’t gray

Like it feels

And the land isn’t evil on their screens

As it feels to me

But the soil isn’t the problem

It is me; the one standing on it

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