Alien (A Poem)

You’re an alien,

But you don’t feel like one,

Nor are you lonely.

On the contrary,

You feel safe in your alienation;

Safe to be yourself,

Safe to smile at faces unknown,

Safe on the streets where you roam,

Whether deserted or busy.

The parks, too,

Whether under the sun or moon,

You can whistle to a tune,

Without anxious looks,

Over your shoulder.

Yes, they stare,

But there’s kindness there,

Or glares of curiosity.

Unlike home,

Where smiling is rare,

And you simply wouldn’t offer a stranger your care,

For fear of being alienated,

Among aliens.


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Published by Gavin Whyte

I am the author of the modern-day fables The Girl with the Green-Tinted Hair, and Happiness & Honey, plus several other works of fiction.

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