i am a foreigner
only, i don't know from which land
i am foreign to.
here, in a nation called "Canada"
i am not treated as a citizen. though, i was born
here
and qualify by the rules.
i am treated as an outsider
within my own people,
gossip passed in front of me,
like a bottle of wine
around a young child.
contents forbidden.
and when i go back 'home'
i cannot read the signs in my language,
only in English.
i need a translator
to speak to my elders.
and, though i try to find a home in the name of
"wanderer"
i do not really go wandering.
if anything, i am searching,
purposefully looking with intent,
but the results are not easy
and as i dig, and dig, and dig,
the deeper i go, &
the wider the hole.
the wider the hole.
the wider the hole.
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oh how i relate to this! thank you for publishing your poems on here boylouie! :)
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