Friday, July 3, 2015

The Foreigner

She puts the everday of eggs and milk into her bag

counts cents to round up change but got snapped

No one told her it's difficult to say guten Morgen and danke

so they punish her with indifference of wie bitte

At the playground she is the only mother who plays

At the kindergarten's crowded front yard she sees no one

Her girl asks why she is not invited to Lina's birthday

Why she doesn't have yellow hair, blue eyes and Easter presents

Everyone loves a döner but no one is ready to accept the intruders

Even the traffics signs say they have no right of way to infract

In her mouth the pretzel leaves a bitter taste of wrong

and an anger at the myth to belong

She is trapped between the heroic and the pitiful

because of the godly cloth of monstrous curse around her head

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