Why do I hate the place that made me?
Are you really where you're from
or where you're heading?
Everything around me is just so blurry.
Please tell me where I belong,
help me understand where I'm from....
Can I find home
même loin de la flore et de la faune?
What's hiding in the
shadows of the grey clouds?
The sky dismantles my
heart and my mind.
Words are stacking up in
my mouth....
Where is my lighthouse?
Aren't we in the city of light?
This poem was a response to our prompt "i belong...." from Feb. 14-20, 2021.
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