Identity
Where do I stand?
In the middle of foreign land,
Struggling to find my identity,
But afraid of superiority.
Confused on my values and cultures,
Constantly feeling like a unchanging vulture,
Trying to fit in,
Without feeling like I committed a sin,
I don’t want to disassociate myself.
To fit in with the common wealth,
Struggling to find comfort,
Finding salvation some sort,
As I try to stand tall.
As I adjust to it all.
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