Protect Your Site!
Circling on Existence i fear i'd be too late a rhythm off with the beat i question who i am i'm no american not much of a pinay the other day someone asked if i'm mixed i laughed i remember my land gone for too many years i'm out of place my people don't know me and call me an outsider my boy cousins turned beetles into flying toys we'd find lizard eggs as tiny as a pinky nail and dragon flies with magical colored wings years flew by they are men now girl cousins too have become older time and place separate us through culture spoken languages beliefs (will they think me a terrorist with almond eyes?) in this bright city i mix in with others in this melting pot i cook raw heritage gets lost while i become just like them after all the change and time replaced i long to be Who. I. Am. |