I Don’t Belong Here? (My attempt on a Slam Poem)

"Hi, where are you from?"

"Excuse me?"

"I meant, where do your people come from"

"Hello, I wanted to ask you about your accent."

"Oh, yeah, I got it from my mom"

"Really? Where is she from?"

"Brasil"

"Oh... aren't you a little too... too white to be Brasilian?"

"Hey, why don't you go back to where you came from."

"E-Excuse me?"

"I'm sorry, do. You. Not. Speak. English?"

"No, I do speak English but, you see, I was actually born–"

"I don't care where you were born, you don't belong here."

~

Everyday more than one person is viewed by the way the look or the way the speak. Just because my eyes seem a bit more squinted than yours does not mean I am Asian. Just because someone completion is darker than yours does not mean they are not humans who happens to have feeling and emotions like everyone else in this world. Growing up, I had to put heavy armor over my heart because people talk bad to mama not because she was doing anything or saying anything wrong but, it was because she talked funny. Don't people realize what they say to one person not only effects them but may also effect the child that's hiding behind her parents because the way you talk to her mother makes her want to scream "get away from us" but her voice was as if she was yelling in an empty room and, if no one is listening, does she make a sound?

I was only a teenage girl still trying to get through puberty and my awkward acne stages while trying not to look like an old pile of potatoes when I saw a man at a table across from us glaring at my mother and I before whispering to his wife rude things about us. As if we needed their approval for a loving wife of twenty two years who happens to have three loving children to live in this country. I was told this country was 'Blest with vict'ry and and peace' because it was 'land of the free and home of the brave' but how can a young girl with social anxiety feel that way when she felt as if that home was filled with predators who call her names as the drag her out of the house by her ankles because she did not belong there. Everyday she would look at herself in the mirror and ask herself "where do I belong?!"

I am tired of feeling worthless, a waist of space, or feeling like one day, a man is going to put a gun to my head and will not hesitate to pull the trigger because, although I am still human, I didn't belong here. I had no right to call this place my home because of my genetics or the way I speak and I'm sorry I disturbed you with the way I look because, although my father was from here, that wasn't good enough. You had to get up from your seat and tell me words as if they were shapes of missiles and I don't know if my guarded heart can take much–

*Bang*

"I'm sorry but, your daughter was shot by a man who said she didn't belong here."

(A/n: yeah, it's not the best but... I tried)