Foreigner

Why am I not pretty?

I’m not enough to fit under your mold?

Am I not white enough to get the role?

Or English enough to be your love?

I don’t have small blue eyes,

Mines are big, dark and with a coffee mark

They’re common for the tastes of your people

“Lack imagination” said the richest bidder.

My body’s too vulgar to be a palace’s girl

But behind the curtains is all men’s buffet

My skin color does not belong here

Too brown and mysterious to be your forever being

Hidden between four walls to be at your service

With no pay or right to raise my thinking

If I dare to speak, to live, or escape

It’ll be the last time I’m allowed to breathe

They say this land is for all men’s freedom

But it’s only for their kind, not the foreigners.

Those like me will be treated like animals

With no right to read, write or even scream

Only work for their banal affairs

Even living in places they wants us to stay

Our voice has never been heard

All we wanted is the freedom you’ve always proclaimed!

It’s 2019, we’ve come a long way

Many things have changed and we’re all aware

Of the goods and the wrong, the bad and the rights

And now you want to take it all back.

By: Carmen Angélica Figueroa Guzmán