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I don’t belong,
But I long to belong
Or at least I used to.
There’s poetry to displacement.
I was his, I am now mine.
The world has me whenever
And wherever She wants.
I shut up. I speak up.
I violently stifle the pain
Of not belonging
The pain of having to explain
Myself,
The countries where I’ve been —
My origin,
My nature.
Your shifting opinions of me.
It’s the curse of coming from poverty,
Then getting to live among the rich and educated
Doomed to never belong to either world.
My accent, which you can’t quite place
Makes you restless,
Makes me displaced.
Today, I embrace
My lack of a place
I can call home.
That I exist in this dimension
Is all I can be certain of.
I make of every introduction, every conversation
With someone new
An oversimplification of a single branch
Of the tree that is my life.
In an instant, I have to decide
Which parts of me
Are the most digestible
For you.
So you will accept me,
So I make you more comfortable,
So you get me —
Which you can’t,
As I don’t.
I wear the gray of communist concrete,
The scorching yellow of hot summers
Spent drawing on that concrete.
“One day, I’ll leave this place”
Was the anthem of my childhood.
One day, I’ll go back.
Each and every one of your questions about my past
Only reveals how different we are.
“Who are your people?”
“Where is your family?”
I wear my own colors.
The flag of a clan of one.
© Lola Sense 2021
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