From An Alien's Point of View

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


My days are long,

But the nights are longer.

The sun beats hot and white upon the sands and cities alike

And the meadows have so few trees to shade them.

 

Did you know it rains glass here?

Sometimes I take a step outside in a storm

Just to feel the stings,

The stings against my skin.

My skin is much thicker than yours, you know.

 

I sit out in that glassy rain–

Have you ever heard so much glass break at once?

The thunder is nonexistent but it’s constant.

 

My blood is not red like yours,

But I do bleed

I bleed, I bleed, I bleed, I bleed–

Doesn’t that mean anything?

My heart beats differently,

But it beats

It beats, it beats, it beats, it beats–

Doesn’t that mean anything?

I look different, I sound different

But I see and I hear.

And that has to mean something.

I feel–

My emotions run as deep as yours

Maybe deeper.

I feel–

I feel and I love and I hurt,

I know it is different but is it not the same?

 

My home has no moon,

Our oceans are quiet and still.

But yours… 

Your moon is beautiful

But where are all your stars?

 

How do you breathe on the thin mountaintops?

Don’t you drown in the torrential rain?

Some lands are cold and frigid,

Some are hot like mine.

I long for your grass, soft and green neath calloused feet.

But your people scare me,

And I scare them.

Though we share things in common,

We bleed, we see, we feel–

You hurt.

And that shows the difference


Submitted: November 03, 2020

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Ann Sepino

Lovely poem! And that last line-it delivers quite the punch. Good on this alien for not hurting others like humans can. Thank you for writing and sharing this poem.

Tue, November 3rd, 2020 2:06am

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