There are two vessels
I possess
The ship I crash landed
And the prison
I walk among the aliens
Hidden within
For if they were
To see me
They would lose their sight
As well as their minds
So I'm forced to exist
In the form
Of an alien being
That cares not for me
I should have read their history
Before leaving home
For had I been prepared
For an emergency such as this
I surely would have chosen
A less enviable vessel
But, here I must stay
Till I repair my ship
So I can one day leave
This unfair, unequal, segregated planet
So I can again be free
To be me
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