The Alien

You draw a neon line between our differences 

A bright indication we are not the same 

But we both share blood and a heart 

Yet you treat me like a different species 

You ask me things like what country I am from 

When we went to the same schools 

What music my "culture" listens to 

It's the same radio station as you 

What "ceremonial attire" we wear 

It's whatever I like from the mall 

Even so, there must be a clear divide 

The mistakes I and "[my] people" have made 

Must be the only thing you see in us 

They must be the salt in the wound of our differences 

One must be the foreign one, the savage, the alien 

If so, then I will label myself as a savage 

For if being a savage means I am a human 

If being an alien means I have a heart, a brain and a soul 

Then yes, I am the "different" one between us

          -Millie