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 Exile By Ramtin December 17, 2002 The Iranian our Mother's once bathed us in the wells of Zam Zam where the prunes hold trees like the prayer beads in the early morning sun. we were born into dreams of exile, misplaced in our missophistication. we came to this land where we're called ethnic ........................meaning dirtybackwardsavage our sister's bought barbies bleached their hair blonde and started avoiding the sun. our brother's fell in love with wealth and lost themselves in anglicized names. we listen to eurotrash music forgetting how the Qu'ran dances off the tongue like divinity. we dropped farsiarabiturkieh for ebonics that makes us all the ..............................same sandniggertowelheadcameljockey we are the forgotten, oppressed who turn on the television to see family members spitting blood. and burying our Father's hopes of redemption. then we agree on the war. And smile when we are called "terrorists" because we don't think it is us CNN is talking about. now our children will have children and soon the ancient speech will be lost amongst these latin derivatives. yes, it will never be as it was though our deepest desires are still longing...
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