Where am I from? You might never know.
Overseas lays my heart, but yet here I must grow.
I can’t bear to remain in this place, yet I’m told for a living, this country has grace.
Will I thrive through the difference or create some resistance?
Will I try to fit in or will I die from within?
Because living so different, here, is a sin.
I can’t live on my own, I need help from loved ones.
But when I’m so far from my home…where are my loved ones?
I’ve heard from my family that there’s places that help.
But how can I go when I’m not feeling myself?
And by “myself,” I mean someone who’s “cool.”
Because we all know if you’re not popular, you’re a fool. Continue reading