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The Foreigner from a Distant Land

I am a foreigner, from a distant land.
I speak your language but you don’t understand.
I have hands like yours, that are never praised
I have eyes like yours that can also gaze.
I know you came from the land of my father
But then why can’t we accept each other?

It is sad you think that you are better
But if I am stupid, how did I write this letter?
My strength you use to beat your butter,
But whether I’m hungry or not, it doesn’t matter.

I know one day I am going to belong
That Is why I comfort myself with this bitter song.

It is hard to sleep when I hear the loud bang
From thoughts of my family members being forced to hang
You try to keep me on your little hook
Your ears burn when you hear me read a book.
You can take away my bread , and burn my clothes
But whatever you do, we will never be foes.
Being strong and running fast is something I’ve learnt
I’ve been chased like a dog betrayed by my own scent.
My only way to escape from your trigger
Is to hold my breath and cross that river
Restricted in life and even by who to love
Praying for the freedom you will never have
Soon , you will stop judging me by the colour of my hand

But until then I remain a foreigner from a distant land.

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In the friend zone

Conspiracies to save the Queen

That zebra has three stripes: 
White, black and 
You just watch them  mingle. 
They don’t cross, never fight, don’t lie. 
The third is when you decide 
your mind’s eye is almost always right; 
Then colour blindness can also lead to spite. 
  
Opposite from mine resides your frame’s local 
delight. The longing of your soul’s recurring fight. 
  
The fourth quarter 
 is the corner you wrestled against 
drivers threatening to 
dribble your 
cards to the third 
strike you slid, your lips tightly clutching the but 
between the screeching of 
fires when you were slapped 
by briefcases of fliers: 
  
You’ve come to visit. 
Sad excuse to linger. 
With each sip of passion,’ I’ll leave soon 
 turns’ to longer. 
As bullets of electrons, 
We run in lost triangles 
You gave another  excuse of how our 
lips skipped out 
on our  first kiss. 
We do this for hours. 
But while your mind…

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The Foreigner from a Distant Land

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I am a foreigner, from a distant land.
I speak your language but you don’t understand.
I have hands like yours, that are never praised
I have eyes like yours that can also gaze.
I know you came from the land of my father
But then why can’t we accept each other?

It is sad you think that you are better
But if I am stupid, how did I write this letter?
My strength you use to beat your butter,
But whether I’m hungry or not, it doesn’t matter.

I know one day I am going to belong
That Is why I comfort myself with this bitter song.

It is hard to sleep when I hear the loud bang
From thoughts of my family members being forced to hang
You try to keep me on your little hook
Your ears burn when you hear me read a book.
You can take away my bread , and burn my clothes
But whatever you do, we will never be foes.
Being strong and running fast is something I’ve learnt
I’ve been chased like a dog betrayed by my own scent.
My only way to escape from your trigger
Is to hold my breath and cross that river
Restricted in life and even by who to love
Praying for the freedom you will never have
Soon , you will stop judging me by the colour of my hand

But until then I remain a foreigner from a distant land.

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In the friend zone

That zebra has three stripes: 
White, black and 
You just watch them  mingle. 
They don’t cross, never fight, don’t lie. 
The third is when you decide 
your mind’s eye is almost always right; 
Then colour blindness can also lead to spite. 
  
Opposite from mine resides your frame’s local 
delight. The longing of your soul’s recurring fight. 
  
The fourth quarter 
 is the corner you wrestled against 
drivers threatening to 
dribble your 
cards to the third 
strike you slid, your lips tightly clutching the but 
between the screeching of 
fires when you were slapped 
by briefcases of fliers: 
  
You’ve come to visit. 
Sad excuse to linger. 
With each sip of passion,’ I’ll leave soon 
 turns’ to longer. 
As bullets of electrons, 
We run in lost triangles 
You gave another  excuse of how our 
lips skipped out 
on our  first kiss. 
We do this for hours. 
But while your mind denies each 
Second is distant. 
You only get one stripe. 
  
Shake, stammer stutter. 
Watch my soul still 
In laughter. 
Quench me , trembling , tease here. 
I want you in between the 
Scissors that never cut or lost the 
Pathway which I endorse, swung 
To bring you when she saw the weight for you to belong 
 to me won’t be long 
to me if not 
for a grain of salt. 

You are not hers, and I’m not yours yet 
you only get one stripe 
But I long to be purple with you. 
You can choose to gaze astray 
Into grey eyes, or play it like me 
And just watch the zebra crossing 
  
beyond the friend zone.