I am not an Immigrant!

Do you see any border?
Do you see that earth,
sun, moon, and stars,
are not fighting there way through
some invisible borders?
Do you see any such limits
in town, among the buildings,
except in the edges!!?
How do you digest the term
migration, when there
are no borders?
How do you sketch the
term race, when 
there is no such 
thing
as race!!?
I hate these 
hidden, dark,
un-graspable
boundaries.
I am not an 
immigrant, 
I only chose 
to live in 
another part of 
my world,
my earth,
my right,
my very own
equitable 
place, and peace loving
land!!!
I hate to be 
called 
an immigrant!!