I come from a world beyond yours

Where everyday I must travel to your world and mine

Where foods consists of Mexican cuisines

Where the smell of enchiladas is a commonality

And the music from my people are corridos

Everyday is a journey for me as I travel intergalactically

And though we may seem the same as a species

To some I am considered an alien

An outcast

An entirely different being

A waste of time

An inanimate object that could be rounded like sheep and shipped back to my planets origins

But this is impossible for them to do

They cannot live without us

For you see, they rely on us but are too ignorant and stubborn to admit it

My world brings you gifts and you do not accept them

But rather take them from us without thanks and shove us away as if we are nothing to you

As if we are to be locked away as a broom that is not needed at the time given

You only take out the broom when you need your dirty work cleaned

Only then do you take us out but only to put the blame on us

My world has suffered from this and thus the rich are becoming too rich and powerful

But then again, in this way there is no difference in our worlds