Nomi Shira

I frequent your streets,

And mingle with your kind.

I set the foundation for your stone,

I build where you hand me hew and hammer,

Why don’t you like me? My eyes desperately plead.

I crave your approval,

To blend into the wall.

I speak your language,

And frequent your marketplace.

I mingle with your kind,

And marry your children.

I dance in your streets,

In the clothing I sewed myself to look like you.

I don myself in your styles,

Shelter your ideas within my bosom,

Becoming the greatest protector for that which you purport.

Why don’t you like me?…I so desperately plead.

I become a mirror to your actions,

A reflection of your kind,

Acting as you see fit,

In the script that you wrote.

And then,

I realized –

It is because I try to be like you,

That is why you hate me.