America is labels

Illegal

Immigrant

FOB

Foreign

It’s the land where everyone else chooses what you are

They ask “What are you?”

I’m human

No really, what are you?

They don’t seem to think I’m human

Then what am I?

What’s my label?

Am I illegal?

A citizen?

An alien?

Am I American?

What defines the word American?

What do others’ see me as?

For all I know

I’m human

To others I’m another person labeled and put in a box