030710 Masking My Presence Poem by Manonton Dalan

i feel refresh by now
with air at this altitude
where my lungs grew
with the scents of forest
the flowers of gardens
and beauty of scenery

my weight shifting
to contour of walkways
if i look above my head
it's a view of western
civilization sprouting
if i look below, vendors
hawking their wares

every-body's thumb
is stuck to cell phone
and they have metallic
growth on their ears
i look like from another
planet of ignorance
i don't have one to tinker

probably i'm seen as poor
they don't even try to sell me
anything but look at in awe
maybe of my native clothing
i bought yesterday at the market
it fits me and match my skin
hey! i should be grateful indeed