There is never a time i chased an American passport , even when I could. My green passport took me almost everywhere I wanted to go. I met discrimination at many borders, but I met favour too. People turned up their noses, asked hard questions, yet somehow I still entered and moved on.

That experience taught me something about value and identity. A book does not change because the cover looks strange to some people. I knew who I was before I joined any new country. So when I finally became American, it was not to feel complete. I was already complete inside.
My American passport only opened more doors, but it did not define me. My real passport was my work, my mind, and my character. Those things travel with me, even when my hands are empty. ~~Jim Iyke