My heart aches as I tell my tale
A tale as old as America itself
How my parents came for a better life
Condemning themselves a different kind
A kind of people misunderstood
You see, we are Middle Eastern and nothing more
Black hair, dark eyes, tan skin
That's all they will see and know
The accent, the foreign words
That's all they will hear and nothing more
No one will understand but us
For the pain is real and never gone.
I'm lost, confused, still a foreigner in my own land
Wandering when the time will come
When we will be considered one of us
My name is different, unique they say
But the stares and whispers say otherwise
Some fear me, some pity me, some just don't care
Yet none of them know me as one of them
I am foreign they say, unique and all.
Some change their name, their eyes, their hair
But in your heart you are still the same
Convincing yourself is not enough
We are different, they say, not one of us
They say to leave, they say to go
Simply a blight in a perfect world
We don't belong they say
Leave, Go home they say.
Not belonging there, not belonging here
Marked as a foreigner for eternity
I wander through life enquiring
If I am not us, and I am not them
Can I just be me, and that be enough?