I am the foreign cousin. They make me cook whenever company and friends come. They enjoy the food, but nobody sees the man behind the paycheck. All the same, I smile, Say goodbye and encourage them to come back. Although no one sees me, I grow and enjoy the few good moments in life. Next year, I will be behind the counter, And when the come to order, No one will dare ask for American food, Complain about the service or food, Or call me illegal, Besides, they will see the person behind the paycheck, And be ashamed. I, too, am America. Let’s just see how long that lasts.
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