Two Countries, No Home?
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.
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