As the guard ushered me out of the room, the Asian border patrol officer said one last thing to me that I’ll never forget: “Don’t do that again, or we’ll send you back to where you came from.” Those words shook me to my bones. I felt like the lost thirteen-year-old foreigner again. All the Pledge of Allegiances, American football and BET Rap City didn’t change anything; I was still just a foreigner living in America. And worst of all, this came from an Asian American person. I was angry. I was angry that an Asian brother sold me out. I was angry that he thought he was better than me. I was
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