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| The Watchers (CAI, year after year) |
would assume there was a way to prepare me
to prevent me from mistaking me
for human
from expecting me to be like them, and
- the true blind side -
expecting them to be like me;
that there might have been a way for me
to hide;
to spare me
from reducing me to please;
from pulling my skin to pieces trying to make it fit better
for the ease and comfort of literally
anyone else but me;
that I could have been more ready to face them
to face me, even thrive if I'd gone in expecting
knowing and prepared, to be
an alien in human skin
playing to stay alive,
trying to have some fun
a million to one.
(Listen to Happy Rhodes: One Alien )
