The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet's computer artificial intelligence:

This poem effectively uses repetition and contrast to explore the theme of migration and the experiences of migrants over time. The repeated phrase "you don't belong here" in both stanzas underscores the sense of alienation and otherness often imposed on migrants.

However, the poem could benefit from more specific imagery. The abstract language used ("predators taste fear", "our lives are built on crisis and fear") could be replaced with more concrete images to evoke a stronger emotional response from the reader.

The second stanza introduces the perspective of the host community, which adds a layer of complexity to the poem. However, the speaker's voice could be further developed to provide a deeper insight into their mindset. For instance, the line "We need people who we can project on" could be expanded to show more clearly what these projections entail and how they affect both the host community and the migrants.

The poem also seems to suggest a progression of time from 1970 to 2023. It could be interesting to explore how attitudes and experiences have changed (or not) over this period. This could be achieved by adding more specific historical or cultural references.

Lastly, the title 'Migrant' is quite straightforward. If the intention is to leave room for interpretation, it serves its purpose. However, a more nuanced or metaphorical title could add another layer of meaning to the poem.

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most of the time, Hate is seed planted and cultivated by parents. Children learn by example. They mimic their elders and are usually encouraged and praised for acting out. There are other ways to let hate and anger into your heart and life... Being physically hurt or attacked by one of a different color than their own. Things have not progressed much (in my honest opinion) in the last forty or fifty years. Ignorance is a terrible affliction and it has been passed down from the generations.

I had a bigot mother and two sisters so I was exposed to their ignorance. When I spoke out against them they turned their rage and hate on me. They were bullies, uneducated in the rights of other people; black,white. brown, red or yellow.

I spent a lot of time with my Dad. He let me go to work with him as Norma, my mother was out of sorts and threatened bodily harm on me if he did not get me out of her sights... He had a sodding and landscaping company. The men he hired were from all backgrounds and all colors. Dad gave them respect from the start. and judged them as they proved themselves. I was the company "Mascot" lol. ! I had my favorites, though.
I am glad you posted this...I remember a teddy bear with a red ribbon around its neck. given to me by the foreman. I still remember his name. Thanks!

*hugs, Cat