American (not) me?

Call me a nigger,
call me a spic,
call me a beaner,
call me a thief,

Call me a coconut,
call me a wetback, please,
call me whatever you
want, whatever you please.

Just don’t call me an
American ‘cuz
that…that I am not.

American’s you.

I was uncaned, raised
and developed
where the o has no u
where the you isn’t you.

Now I see you,
and I’m glad, really
glad I am not you.

You are an American.
Yes sir, you are.

With all the bigotry
resentment and pain.
The big flashes,
the doom and the blame.

The ethnocentrism,
and pouring disdain,
your dumb egoism,
everything’s in vain.

So, I beg of you
don’t call me American
even though I’m more
American than you.

Call me a beaner,
call me a spic,
call me a coconut
and, please, call me a thief.

But, I beg of you,
don’t call me American

cuz’ if you know what I mean
American’s you.

cuz’ if you see yourself
American’s you.

cuz’ if you feel the blame
American’s you.

cuz’ if you feel offended,
guess what?
American’s you.