An immigrant Worker’s POV.

To you, I am lower than the lowest that can be found in the universe, if thinking like that gives you a Better sense of Your Existence, I would gladly be the lowest for you.

You see the brown of my skin and think it maligns the snow that falls in your nation, but you forget, that beneath the snow is the ground that holds you and its brown too. I am glad to be the dirt that holds you up.

You hear my accent as I speak your language and you get annoyed yet laugh at my tongue’s ignorance, but you forget, while you stay proud of your language, I have had to travel the world and speak to those others about who you read only in translated versions of your stories.

You look at me use my hands to eat food that assaults your senses, and look pointedly at my lack of table manners and hold your nose at the smell of my food, while forgetting that at the time while there were parts of the world that used chopsticks and spices, you knew not what a spoon or a fork was or what spice was.

You saw me wear the scarf around my head and told me in very Authoritarian Voice “Go back to your country” while you forgot that this was not your country either. You just usurped it from the Natives who have a history longer than any of you can ever imagine. Guess it was just a touch of selective Amnesia you suffer from.

You tell me, that your nation is powerful, yet you live your lives, with a finger on the trigger, constantly looking over your shoulder. I come from a powerless nation, yet I sleep where-ever night falls, safe with the knowledge that Nothing is Mine to Keep.

You saw me do whatever job I could get, for a pay lesser than you will ever work for and screamed “those damned foreigners took our jobs”. I worked for less cause I knew I needed Bread while you wanted Butter for the Bread you already had. Yes, I was damned and will continue to work being damned.

When you see those others who are smaller than you and less powerful than you, you sit in judgment ‘cause you feel it’s a God Given Right. You see, as long as you can’t rule my Mind, you and I have just as much right as the river has right to flow into the sea.

You come to my powerless nation and tell us what we should do, how we should live, what weapons we can use to defend our nation, what religion we should follow and what governance we should have, while You would Sue your own people for telling you the same things with laws that punish “infringement of personal rights”

Every trade deal should work according to your terms and if it doesn’t, you threaten very subtly about how your Great Weapons of Mass Destruction, which our nation is not allowed to have, could be around the corner of our lane. Such is your All powerfulness.

Yes! You could destroy the planet but I wonder What is the Point of being Powerful if you don’t have anyone to Rule over?

While you judge me, in spite of being powerless, I am doing likewise, and I see you Powerless in all your Powerfulness … Irony isn’t it?