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Nationality

They traveled West hundreds of years ago,
Finding new places and giving Eastern names, you know,
The European, Spanish, French, English,
Each got a piece of the new territory and colonies where established,
So the West Indies and the Americas having both North and South got established,
They came here and saw people that resembled, the East Indian
And so birth the creation of separation
Here comes the American Indians and West Indians,
They knew of Africa and the dark skin man,
Aha, East, West, North and South African depending on compass' orientation
And now begins the complications,
They came and laid claim to the land and needed strong cheap labor to build their new nation,
In the Americas they wiped out most of the Indians
And in the Caribbean
They made extinct the Tainos Indians,
Capturing the West Indies island by island
And each island was named according to the ruling nation,
So with that said, we fast forward some five hundred plus years later and the highlight of my confusion,
They prescribed labels based on country of birth in all instance
If I'm born in Jamaica I'm a Jamaican, from Mexico, Mexicans, Russia, Russians and so on,
But for a black man born in the Americas he's not American but African American
And a white man born in the same place isn't a British American
Or a French American for the Canadians,
based on their logic I'm not a proud Jamaican but an African West Indian,
That would mean the entire Caribbean is one nation, somebody need fi tell the Trinidadian...
Imagine, a man's nationality isn't based on his birth nation but his genealogy
Tied to Africa because of ancestry,
While they're telling stories,
A version of his story,
Trying to omit most of our story not telling the whole story, starting with the discovery...
How can you discover land that was found already,
Visited by Vikings and inhabited by the Indians, Caribs, Arawak or Mayans,
Bringing disease and corruption
Outcast British descendants,
Statements filled with errors of omissions,
Leaving out the parts where you raped our lands
And now still holding us hostage in your home land
No security because of skin colour in our home land
This right here is my land
No matter how you put it I was born in this nation.
Wherever it is, nationality is based on our birth land
 
Esquire

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