By I write poems about the loss of myself,
As if I ever truly knew what it meant to lose your identity,
When I never really had pride in it,
When I gave it up at the young age of 18
And became an American citizen.
I felt no remorse cutting ties to my ancestors.
I felt liberated in the land of the free.
I was finally free of being labeled a terrorist.
I was free of being seen as a threat.
This is what happens
When you don’t visit your motherland for 15 years.
This is what happens
When you’re a product of your environment.
I’ve become disconnected from my own.
It’s no wonder I feel closer to other people.
But who do I belong to,
When neither home-land accepts me as a native?