A Chinese Sonnet

Walk down a street. “Ni hao! Ni hao!” they scream
First it bothered me but it’s now a game
Before, I would sulk, just filling with steam
Now, I get “chinois!” just it’s all the same
I am not the only one, often my
Italian friend is call Chinese too
he tells them otherwise, they think she lies
The kids think that she thinks that they are fools
The Chinese are everywhere, look around!
Constructing roads and towering buildings
The roads are dirt that is all that is found
With pavement put down, streets are leveling
At the same time, I am American
But it’s hard to explain that to others
Born in one place, it does not change your skin…
Different flock, I share the same feathers
…. So who am I? It’s hard to really say.
I will answer it, but just not today!