What is this?

To walk this land and not belong.

To be of this earth and yet invisible, apart.

To be the other

when you are from here

when you are of this land,

of this soil.

To go back to where?

What is this?

To be of less value than the earth?

To stretch out an unanswered hand

into the darkness of blind, empty hearts.

What is this?

Would you not tread carefully

and see that my life

has just as much value as your own?

What is this?

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