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Rain pouring in my eyesReflecting my soul
Xenophobic attack while I was in my mother’s wombPlaying with her fallopean tube
She couldn’t rain like a wild animalWhy?
Me kicking like a ball in her stomachIt was my shelter, my provider
But the furious time came for meI was born under a tree in the name of xenophobia
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