A poem written for sociology class....yeah, sociology class

So this poem is inspired by the format of "I, too, Sing America by Langston Hughes(1925)

I, Too, Sing America
by Langston Hughes
I, too, sing America. I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong. Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then. Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed-- I, too, am America. I like the poem. Speaking of his place in society and how he sees the world.The assignment was to place your own social position and opinion into a format similar to the poem. I'm Canadian so my poem is called "The "Other" Canadian" I put the word other in brackets because it references the sociological idea of "The Other" mostly used to separate different people away from the accepted norm. "Other"ing groups is often a basis for discriminatory attitudes & policy. Here's my poem The “Other” Canadian By Rajesh Neil Bhargava I’m the “other” Canadian I’m born of this land yet I have a multifaceted origin They say “Where are you originally from” Saskatchewan but the west coast is home. I’m the “other” product of globalization Parents from two separate nations Arriving in this land for economic gain Connected to former ways yet different Labor moves, lives restructure Family is constant I’m the “other” community in Canada Multiple communities raised this village The Punjabi market, Bollywood, and spicy food Relaxed atmosphere, welcoming with food, and island roots I’m connected to both yet still feel more like an “other” I’m of this nation and a citizen of the world The “other” is embodied within me I’m the one with the crutches or in the wheelchair You say “what’s wrong with your legs” Or “were you in an accident” It’s definitely never been “the Polio” They give me constant assistance or dramatic indifference Discrimination is in showing that you care All of my “other” identities converge hesitantly My “other” identities are mere details The “other” of mixed ethnicity The “other” communities in Canada The “other” that exists because of global policies The “other” with the disability There is only one me. Social stratification sucks and it creates great inequality Division is necessary but equality should prevail I’m not the “other” Canadian I’m just another Canadian in the crowd Hope somebody likes it. I'm just sharing. Didn't take much time to write but I thought about it a lot, reflecting on my view of my life. Enjoy