Foreign

A taste
A smell
A noise
Something foreign
Something new

An experience unknown
A creation unheard of
Something foreign
Something new

We are a group
A people
Les gens
A population
Built of old
Of young
A creation
One unheard of
One that’s new
We are foreign
We are foreign

Life is quite short
There are so many things to experience
So many things to see
To hear
To taste
To smell
All foreign
All accepted
We are nothing but a brain
Controlling an armor of skin
Yet
That brain is nothing
Without its memories
Without its experiences
Without the foreign
Without the new

The word itself
Foreign
Fo-re-ign
Such an interesting word
Although
Its meaning is skewed throughout history
Filled with strife
And pain
Inflicted by
Something foreign
Something new
There is nothing but the new
Nothing but the foreign

A taste
A smell
A noise
Something foreign
Something new

We can redefine this
This time honored tradition
Of being the foreigners
Who seek to maim
Who seek to loot
Who seek self benefit
Filled with ego and imperialistic desire
We can redefine this
This tradition of pain
We can be
Something foreign
Something new
Let’s build a world
A world with no “I can’t breathe”
No “mother save me”
No more “stop killing me”
Let’s build a world

A world with no sexism
No classism
No more fucking racism
Let’s build a world
With no hateful -isms
Where something foreign
Something new
Is something good
Is something filled
With experience
Good and bad
With wisdom
To stop making the mistakes that we’ve been making

A taste
A smell
A noise
Something foreign
Something new
Let’s build a world
Let’s forge ahead
Let’s build a world foreign
Let’s build a world anew