Two Countries, No Home?

Thu, 07/16/2015 - 05:22 -- Tgal24

One identifies with a number of things; race, culture, nationality...
they have that one place where they can bathe in familiarity and know they belong -Everyone seems to have this but me...

In the land that gave me my voice I feel as though I am not the same, as if I am not what I should be.
Yet the country that made it this way, where I learned how to function, can never welcome me the way I would like to be welcomed.
I am still a stranger after seven good years of adolescence.  She will always make those foreign to her feel like they are on break from their 'ordinary lives'. Yet I don't have that 'ordinary life', nor do I have that break.
 

I am uncomfortable across the globe...I may have two countries, but neither one is home.

And my third opportunity?    

 

Is just another land unknown.
 

I have no comfort zone.
 

I have no home.

This poem is about: 
Me
My community
My country

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