Pirate Drifter

I’ve arrived.
Not as someone you invited… and not as someone you can easily send away.
I crossed what most of you call borders and most of you fear to lose. I call them passing waves. Nothing more.
Don’t mistake me for a settler. I don’t settle.
I migrate like the sea that refuses to belong to any shore.
Some of you will call me a pirate. Some will call me a stranger. Others won’t find a word for me at all.
That’s fine.
I wasn’t made to fit your language I was made to outgrow it.
I’m here now. Not to ask permission. Not to beg acceptance.
Just to exist… loudly enough that this place remembers I passed through it.
And if it changes after that
Good.
That means I was really here.