Land

Either side you stand, you’re not apart of them.

Too strange for this land, too foreign for maternal soil.

Too close and far.

Never standing in your yard.

They come and say they’re making a better life

Fit in with culture strife.

Raise your flag.

Paternal Nationality.

Generational plights are hidden.

Coming to land where values are written,

In the face of promise.

Still so close and too far to reach.

In stereotypes they teach

Act like you’re one of them.

You’re not one of them.

Land, you try to make your own.

It’s not even their own.

 

 

 

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