A Foreign Native
A zone, box away from reality,
Where pain is untouchable, war is fake,
I wasn't sure but I had a theory,
I'm a foreign native who can't relate.
One thousand words, but I've no mouth to speak,
Keeping quiet when it's necessary,
A million drops of rain creates a leak,
Seeds grow, like words, they cannot be buried.
Our skin pigment matters, though it should not,
So many voices cannot be silenced,
Those who tried to oppress, have gotten caught,
No black or white, just human alliance.
We're as persistent as a heartless soul,
Caring as the heart of a parent's role.
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