As I am listening to freedom songs from the American South, I suddenly feel the music as my own. Tears well up. I, too, am a foreigner in my own damned country.

Addendum (March 8, 2017)

Stark as this haiku undoubtedly is, it is still hardly stark enough. For I am not only a foreigner in my own country, but I have also never felt more like a foreigner in any other country in which I have ever lived. And I have lived in many a country over my many years. Croatia is the winner, to be sure. Indeed, it is the most foreign country I have ever lived in. And Zagreb, its capital, is the mother of all winners when it comes to my feeling foreign in it. I know no city that can beat it in this sense. In it, I feel like a foreigner for true. The fact that it happens to be the city of my birth only accentuates the feeling. It raises it to a new power. The foreigner!