The last time I looked you were staring straight at me
I may be near-sighted,
but I’m not blind
If you have something to say,
I’ll willingly give you the time
I’m not a specimen to be gawked at;
We aren’t at the zoo
So tell me,
What is it that I can do for you?
I see the word foreigner
As it takes shape on your lips
But wasn’t everyone once?
Even your ancestors arrived on a ship
So tell me
Was it my tanned skin or black hair
that deserved your unwelcomed stare?
Or the way my English flows like an untamed river
Whatever it be,
it’s okay, I’m a forgiver
In a century where interconnectivity runs deeper than oil
And 5 degrees separate either of us from someone else on unknown soil
It’s sad, isn’t it,
the ignorance that persists
So from here,
let me ask you,
Where do we go?
Perhaps my question’s misdirected
I take it, much like the context of this chance encounter,
you don’t even know