Foreigner Abroad
I am an outsider
I do not belong
We do not even speak
The same mother tongue
I question everything I do
Is this the American way?
I am like a dancer in a play
Who does not know the moves
thinking
Do I swish?
Dal spin?
Do I sway?
Because what better should I do
Than to assimilate
Since I am tired of sticking out like the sun
In the hot summer months
You do not need to remind me
That I do not belong
With your questions
Asking,
Do you come from huts?
Did you have water?
You do not need to remind me
That I do not belong
With your insulting questions
Your mocking of my accent
Your mocking of my customs
And the pinching of your noses
At my traditional foods
We are different
You and I
I know this
Because you have made it abundantly clear
I am an outsider