They Are the Foreigners
Stay away from them, he told me. They are foreigners.
I too am a foreigner.
This is America, after all.
Anyone who is not a Native American is a foreigner.
We Europeans ran over here and land-grabbed land from people
Who thought land was to be shared, not owned.
I am born here, and I still feel like a foreigner.
I am not Native American, after all.
So, yes, I am a foreigner.
It would make no sense for me to stay away from other foreigners.
But I shall stay away from him.
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