Outsider
I am scared,
I am scared that they will hurt me
that they will rip away my culture, call it a sin
a sin to call the Lord by a different name
when they cannot even pronounce mine,
or have they never even tried.
Because I am an outsider, but they do not care,
they see me only for my curly hair,
and my deep brown eyes that know only to look in,
while I remain on the outside where I have always been.
My face is a foreign one they have never known,
they call me a demon wearing white clothes,
but I have never played the victim;
I have never called them foes,
I have always stood with my head held high,
as rocks mar my skin when they fall from the sky.
But to feel alone, it is an experience we all share,
yet at the end of the day, you are at home
but I am in a faraway land, and I am scared.
I am always scared…
but I will dry my tears, and walk with no fear,
because I am different,
but I will not let that be coloured a flaw I
am unique, let that be their downfall.
By: Mahek Uttamchandani