pearu unga

beLonging

 

I do not belong here

The people always ask me

Where I’m from

And I don’t have an answer

Somewhere?

Nowhere?

 

I do not belong here

A man walked towards me

On an empty street

And I looked at my watch

To avoid eye-contact

Didn’t even notice the time

 

I do not belong here

A girl thought I was French

The French think I am German

Others Finnish or Welsh

My unknown accent betrays me

And no group accepts me

 

I do not belong here

I belong with you

When the morning light wakes us

And the night sky lulls us to sleep

In comfort knowing

I’ve found my home

 

 

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