face reading

on my face

hidden or exposed

lie two pieces of information

abuse or admire

and this mire

varies from person to person

while I am nobody

in the country where I was born

but it’s not the same place anymore

flooded with foreigners of the same kind

who never learned the official language

who had a war in their country

so, we MUST welcome them with open arms

they have no manners, they scratch

our jackets too close to feel comfortable

no room to breathe, no room to think

with OCD ingrained in my brain

all we have are foreign words

in a country that was supposed to be my own

it’s not a matter of racism, it’s a matter of skill

they need to learn the basics

when they emigrated, whatever the reason

the new environment requires new resources

I’m sure they have time after work so they can study

and that was supposed to be their top priority

as it is mine

every day in my foreign country

if I made a mistake, I correct it

and next time it will be said and done accurately

as I don’t consent to be abused by them

regardless of the country I visit

my own or abroad

which has now become more familiar

since I’ve been sitting there most of the year

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