i’m Bedouin blood
i’m not offended when you tell me
you’re not welcome here
that is a given
W.E.
Slur your face off,
rant your head off,
pop your jugular with insults,
tell me i don’t belong,
to go back to my country, to pack my bags,
my heart’s unchanged,
I’m going, not because you said,
but because my blood calls.
My ankles long for red earth,
my breast for sand dust,
my eyes for Kohl,
and tongue waits for the parch,
I’m silent here anyway
at least over there, my silence is poetry.
-W.E.
lonerloaner 
Why are you not offended? I remember feeling terribly offended when I could not rent an apartment on my own in Tokyo (1996). I had two half-Japanese children and spoke the language fluently. I did not let the real estate lady get away with it though! I sat right down on her sofa and refused to budge. I had paid my dues!
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Because I don’t belong to this world. Why would I be upset if my ancestral ways are that of nomadic movement. There are better things to be offended over
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True true
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🙂
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