I say I want to be Chinese,
Then I could slurp my tea,
I say I want to Italian,
For I love sausage and bacon,
I say I want to be Australian,
Then in the winter I could play in the sun,
I say I want to be African,
Their festivals and holidays always seem like fun,
I say I want to be Mexican,
And not three fourths American.


(This was written for my cousin who doesn't accept her nationality.)