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Alien

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Alien

There are several things that I fear when I go out.

The one that scares me the most is to speak in my native tongue.

This brings me lots of pain. One shouldn’t be afraid of one’s own language.  I fear that whenever I use my code I wear a billboard that yells: “hey! Look at me! I was not born on your land”

Even though my skin is pale and my eyes are blue, I always think I attract undesired looks from judging minds and bitter hearts. I know it is just me who feels unwelcomed at times, just because I can’t put my hand on my heart while they all sing their anthem, or celebrate your victories and mourn your losses; I have to check different boxes on applications and paperwork and always, always remember my place in your society.

I want to fit in, I want to be a part of this great nation, just one more in the vast diversity and colorful stereotypes that often haunt me.

People say that I should go out more; not to pay attention to the racist comments that hurt me so, because even if they are not directed at me personally, I take offense. One immigrant shares another immigrant’s pain. If not, they have forgotten what it is to be considered an Alien.

I can’t blame the ones that feel I should go back to my home, but then I ask: Where is that? Six thousand miles down in what direction? Four thousand miles up from where I stand? All soil is connected; all the boundaries and limits are imaginary. The fish that swims from the pacific to the Atlantic changes nationality when it crosses the human line that always divides and never unites?

I wish one day we woke up and consider everyone on this planet siblings, sons and daughters of the same father, all individuals, all different but equally worthy of being called citizens of the planet Earth.

Then again, someone might look up to the stars and find another soul, perhaps not human, to keep judging on and we might make them feel Aliens instead of extraterrestrials.

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Nice...You have a way with words. I like the story and more to the point your perceptions. Although the american indians are the only naturalized americans- It's true what you say-I'm always astounded that were able to find differences with each...

Nice...You have a way with words. I like the story and more to the point your perceptions. Although the american indians are the only naturalized americans- It's true what you say-I'm always astounded that were able to find differences with each other, astounded. Nuts are not only different outside but also inside- were not, were all the same internally. We may have slight moral or genetics differences but this is a minute point- I understand penguins find major differences within their own groups-go figure. Anyway I don't think most of us are smart enough to really explain the difference between you and I, besides we have every possible senerio mixture in this country- how can you possibly stick out! Were a circus on steroids.

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