Edwidge danticat - Create Dangerously: The Immigrant Artist at Work lyrics

If I have to die for the rest of you to stay here, says the Colonel's wife, then I will die. Like her, the immigrant artist must quantify the price of the American dream in flesh and bone. All this while living with more "regular" fears of any other artist. Do I know enough about where I've come from? Will I ever know enough about where I am? Even if somebody has died for me to stay here, will I ever truly belong?