I am an immigrant A Mexican in New York A Pole in London A Nepalese in Mumbai I run, I chase I strive, I thrive I am an inspiration if I make wealth I am an outcast otherwise The locals hate me much But their survival is all thanks to me I am the wheel on which their cities run Like a wheel I roll and run Carrying the burdens of all I am an immigrant This city is not mine These streets don't have my home Do I belong here? It is what my soul asks me everyday
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