they don't look like me and I don't like
their language, how they stand, how they lie.
I am surrounded by them, they stand in a
closed circle around me, their incomprehension
doesn't seem to faze them, they lay down
in it happily while I stand facing them
trying not to cry.
many of my people walk away from this
foreign land towards friendlier shores,
but I have never seen these beaches they
talk of, every beach I have walked has
the same stones that hurt my feet.
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